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strangerthingsharrington · 2 years

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Can’t Fight This Feeling volume 2

when i’m with you

Title credits to REO Speedwagon and Sheriff and gif credit to owner

Warnings - this whole story is going to be major spoilers for Season 4 volumes 1 & 2

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Once I was showered and dressed I walked down the hall and heard my mom and Steve chatting in the kitchen. A sound not unusual in the Henderson house at any point during the day.

But I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t nervous about what she was talking to him about. Obviously I hadn’t told Steve about the acceptance letters and the worst thing would be him hearing it from my mom instead of me.

I stepped into the kitchen and they both looked over to me smiling, “Morning LuLu,” my mom said brightly.

I smiled to the two of them and took a seat next to Steve, who leaned over and kissed my cheek, “Morning, baby,” he whispered before sitting back into his chair, draping his arm around the back of my chair.

We fell into easy conversation until Steve and I decided it was time to go. I picked up my backpack from the front hall way and went out to Steve’s car with him.

“I can’t wait to get today over with,” I told him as we pulled out of my driveway.

He laughed and looked over to me quickly, starting the familiar route to Robins, “Yeah?” he questioned.

I hummed and nodded, looking over to him, “I’m so burnt out, I need the week to recoup.”

He grinned but kept his eyes on the road, “Well, I’ve got lots of plans for us for the week,” he explained.

I quirked an eyebrow at him, “Plans? What plans?”

He took my hand in his and kissed the top of it, “It’s a surprise,”

I laughed and shook my head, typical Steve, “Well I’m excited to see how these plans live up to your previous ones.”

He shook his head with a small smile, “Trust me, they will,” he said as we pulled up to Robins house where she was waiting for us at the end of the driveway with her band uniform laying at her feet and trumpet case in hand.

She was staring at us wide eyed when we got out to help her out her stuff into the car, “You good, Rob?” Steve asked, putting her uniform into the back seat.

She nodded lightly before passing me the trumpet case which I put into the back gently.

“Yeah I just feel like my head is going to explode,” she said airily before getting into the back.

Steve and I got back into the car, “Why?” I asked, looking back to her.

She let her head fall onto the back seats head rest, “Because I was up most of the night thinking!”

“Thinking about what?” Steve asked her as we started driving to the school.

“Everything! I was stressing about this pep rally! And then all of a sudden it’s seven in the morning, we have to go to the stupid pep rally in question,” she started ranting as she came up between mine and Steve’s heads in the front, “and I woke up looking like a total corpse!” she groaned and pulled at her face.

“You’re worried about the pep rally?” I questioned, “Robin, you’ve done a million pep rallies, why are you afraid of this one?”

“It’s…a big rally,” she moaned, flopping her head onto my shoulder, I rested my head on hers and patted the top of her head.

“You expect us to believe that?” Steve asked her, causing her to pop her head back up.

“Yeah?” she questioned looking to him.

“Yeah? We both know what this is about! I’m not buying that bullshit about the pep rally this is about Vickie!” he exclaimed.

My eyebrows shot up and I looked to her, only for her to slink back to the back seat with a red face.

“A Vickie update that I’m not aware of?” I questioned.

“No!”

“Yes!”

I giggled and shook my head. Robin had let Steve in on the fact that she liked girls about a month after Starcourt. They had severely bonded over the time they had worked at Starcourt before Hawkins went to shit, and the underground lair only solidified their bond. She told me Steve and I were on the same level of trust, so she knew she could tell him.

“Yes there is a Vickie update, babe. And you know what else?” Steve said, looking over to me.

“Don’t listen to him, Louise,” Robin chided from the backseat.

Steve scoffed and looked at Robin through the rear view mirror, “No, you listen Robin. You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around her! Just be you!”

Robins head popped back up in between us, “You’re just quoting me to me, dingus.”

“Hey, Steve’s right!” I agreed, “You gotta take your own advice, Rob!”

“It’s different!” she insisted.

“Not really,” Steve squinted, “just take the advice you give and flip it around to you, ya clutz.”

“Hey, it is different! You asked Lou out, if she said no, whatever no one bats an eye you loose a couple cool points, not that you had many to begin with-sorry-but if she said no you just move on. If I ask out the wrong girl, boom! I’m the town pariah.”

I looked over at her and saw her frown, and I felt devastated for her. She was, unfortunately, right. Some people were…very closed minded in small town Indiana. And it sucked because…people who didn’t know Robin would base their feelings about her solely based on who she liked. And Robin was one of the most selfless, kindest people out there.

Steve signed, “Robin, I’d buy that…except Vickie is definitely the right girl! Hence, Lou,” he turned his head quick to look to me, “the new development.”

“But we don’t know, Steve!” Robin called from the back.

“She returned Fast Times paused at fifty three minutes five seconds! And who pauses Fast Times at fifty three minutes and five seconds?” he asked.

I frowned and looked to him, he had wild eyes as he watched the road in front of us. My frown turned into a smile as I watched him. I could tell that whatever he was going to say was his way of trying to help. And I always loved him for trying to do what he could to help.

“People who like boobies, Robin!” he exclaimed.

I looked down at my lap as my silent laugh came out just as I heard a small, ‘ew!’ from behind me. Again, he always tried to help…in his own Steve Harrington kind of way.

“Don’t say boobies!” Robin begged.

I looked behind me to her as she threw her head back.

“Boobies!” Steve shouted, “Its no big deal! I like boobies, you like boobies! Vickie likes boobies! Definitely!”

I slapped his chest lightly, “Okay, now I’m team Robin! No more boobie talk!”

He looked to me and winked quickly making me giggle and roll my eyes.

“I’ve never been so relieved to be at school,” Robin muttered as Steve drove down the small hill to the high school jumping out the second Steve had the car stopped, “I’ll see you in there Lou!” she told me as she hopped out of the car trying to balance her uniform and trumpet case in her arms.

I sighed and looked to my boyfriend who was watching me a small grin, “Come here,” he said quietly leaning across the middle console.

I smiled and met him halfway, our lips met and he immediately deepened the kiss. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to him, he had his hand on my leg trailing it up.

“Whoa,” I laughed as I pulled away from him, “we’re in the car with a bunch of people around us,” I reminded him softly.

He smirked and shrugged, “You’re the only one I care about here, they’d all just be jealous anyways.”

I leaned in closer and kissed him quickly, “I gotta go,” I whispered.

He groaned, “Just blow off today, it’s the last day before spring break,” he suggested.

Shaking my head I pulled my bag onto my lap and smiled at him, “I love you,” I said quietly.

“I love you too,” he smiled, “I’ll pick you up at home.”

I nodded, “Bye, love,” I said, opening up the car door and getting out.

“Bye, baby,” he said before I shut the door and started walking towards the gym where we were all being ushered into.

I spotted my brother and Mike standing together with Max. I climbed up the bleachers, waving at Robin when we locked eyes, her eyebrows disappearing into her hair and side eying Vickie who was next to her. I shot her a subtle thumbs up before arriving at the row with my brother.

“Hey,” I called to them over the noise of band and cheering.

The boys barely acknowledged me but Max waved me over to stand with her, I pushed past Dustin and Mike and stood next to her.

“You okay?” I asked.

She shrugged and watched the cheer performance in front of us, “Never better,” she said sarcastically.

I sighed and put an arm around her shoulder, “You can talk to me, Max. I’m always around to listen.”

She looked down and nodded, “I know,” she responded looking up to me, “I’ve just…I can’t stop thinking about it. Even when I’m sleeping it’s all there is.”

“I thought you said the nightmares weren’t happening as often?” I questioned looking down at her.

She readjusted her headphones on her neck, not meeting my gaze.

“Max,” I said, leaning down to be able to speak more privately to her, “you can talk to me. To any of us,” I reminded her.

They started announcing the basketball team and Max turned her attention to them, turning her head slightly towards me, “I know, Lou,” she said before shifting her gaze to the team.

I squeezed her before letting my arm drop, turning to watch Lucas run out into the gym in his basketball uniform. I cheered and clapped for him, waving once he looked towards us.

Jason started talking and hyping up the team, and giving a shoutout to his girlfriend Chrissy aka head cheerleader and queen of Hawkins High.

“You know…I think I can speak for all of us when I say, it’s been a tough year for Hawkins,” he began solemnly, “so much loss. And sometimes I wonder ‘how much loss can one community take?’”

I looked over to Mike and my brother both rolling their eyes.

“In dark days like this we need something to believe in,” he continued, “so last night, when we were down be ten points at half to Christian Academy. I looked at my team!”

“Oh God, is he turning the fire at Starcourt into a motivational basketball moment?” I asked.

“And I said, ‘Think of Jack! Think of Melissa! Think of Heather! Think of Billy!’” Jason went on.

I felt Max stiffen from next to me, I put my arm back around her shoulder and squeezed, “It’s okay,” I whispered.

“Think about our heroic police chief, Jim Hopper! Think about every one of our friends that perished in that fire. What did they die for? For us to lose to some crap school?”

“What an idiot,” I whispered.

“For us to return home with our heads hung low in defeat?”

“No!” the crowd chanted back to Jason.

“No,” Jason repeated, “let’s win this game. Let’s win this game for them. And that’s exactly what we did!”

The crowd began cheering like maniacs. I looked around them, amazed that they were eating up everything Jason was feeding them. What did they die for, for us to lose to some crap school? What kind of bullshit was he spewing.

“We embarrassed those candy asses in their own house. And now tonight-tonight we’re going to bring home the championship trophy! Let’s go!” Jason yelled into the microphone as the room exploded with cheers and screams.

“Tonight?” Mike yelled.

I looked over to him and Dustin, both with a confused look on their faces.

“How is that possible?” Dustin asked.

“It’s a tournament,” Max told them, “you win one game and go on until there’s only one team left.”

“That’s how sports work, guys,” I chuckled as I let go of Max’s shoulder.

“But it has to be tonight?” Dustin whined.

“What’s wrong with tonight?” I asked as we started slowly moving out of the bleachers.

“Hellfire!” they both shouted with their backs to me.

I rolled my eyes, “I think Eddie will be okay with changing it so Lucas can be there.”

Dustin spun to face me, “You know Eddie as well as any of us,” he commented.

“No I dont?” I responded.

He scoffed and shook his head, “Yeah whatever. Eddie will not be happy about this.”

I threw my hands on the air once we reached the gym floor and walked out, “I dont know then, Dusty. Talk to Lucas. See if coach will tell him if he’ll be in the game or sitting tonight. Or talk to Eddie. Whatever floats your boat,” I explained, “I gotta get to class. I’ll see you guys later. Max, find me if you need anything,” I told the group before going to my locker.

I went through my morning as normal, each teacher giving us our homework for spring break and reading assignments.

I finally walked into the cafeteria with my lunch tray in my hands, trying to find Robin. I didn’t see her at first, but I did witness Eddie Munson jump onto the Hellfire club table.

“But as long as you’re into band, or science or parties,” he was staring at different tables as he was walking along the Hellfire table, “Or a game where you throw balls into laundry baskets!” he shouted to the basketball teams table.

I saw Jason stand up and say something to Eddie, but Eddie responded by using his fingers as devil horns and sticking his tongue out.

I grinned and walked in along the wall behind the tables just as Eddie leaped off the table and scared a student.

“You’re not making a good impression, Eddie,” I laughed walking past him.

He gasped dramatically putting an arm around me, “Lady Henderson, pleasure as always.”

I grinned and rolled my eyes slightly, “Hi Eddie.”

“What do you mean a bad impression. Me? Of all people?” he questioned me jokingly.

“You scared the poor girl!” I reminded him.

“There’s many more things in the world scarier than me,” he argued.

I laughed and nodded, “That’s fair.”

“So, have you given anymore thought to my proposal?” he wondered.

I chuckled and shook my head, looking into his eyes, “About what? A date?” he nodded his head quickly with a small grin, “Eddie, I’m with Steve,” I reminded him, “I tell you every time.”

He chuckled and lifted his hands in mock surrender, “Okay, okay. You got me, sweetheart. See you after Hellfire tonight?”

Sighing I looked to him, “I’ll be picking him up, yes. See you around Eddie,” I said with a small smile before finishing my walk through the cafeteria keeping my eyes open for Robin. Who I evetyally found alone at the end of the table staring at her tray in dismay.

“What’s wrong now? The mystery meat finally come alive and eat your fork?” I questioned sitting down next to her.

She looked over to me and groaned, “I just don’t know what to do about the whole Vickie situation! Is Steve right, is Steve wrong? And if he’s wrong then I’m going to be even more of social outcast. Or worse, if he’s right then for one, I’ll have to listen to him gloat and second then I’ll have to move onto the stage that comes after hopelessly crushing on someone. Which I don’t even know what that stage would be. And-“

“Robin!” I cut her off, “You need to breathe! Remember! You can’t be a walking run on sentence!”

She breathed out deeply, “You’re right. You’re right! Okay, I’m breathing and going to chill.”

“Or your own version of chill,” I chuckled, picking at the sandwich on my tray.

“Hey, my version of chill and everyone’s else’s is all the same just different perspectives,” she noted, “you’re coming tonight, right?”

I smiled and looked to her worried face and pinched her cheek gently, “Of course we’ll be there tonight. Steve and I wouldnt miss it! I would, however, love to miss dinner with his parents.”

Her eyes widened and she turned to fully face me in her chair, “Excuse me? Dinner at his parents?”

I hummed and nodded, “My reaction exactly.”

“Why? It’s not Steve’s birthday…not a holiday…why are they going to be gracing either of you with their presence?”

I shrugged, “I-I truly have no clue. Steve’s nervous about it, I can tell. He doesn’t like his routine of not seeing his parents messed with too often.”

“You’ll fill me in, right?” she hinted with a smile.

“Of course!” I giggled, just as Dustin ran up to us.

“Do either of you want to play in Hellfire tonight?”

I felt my face scrunch up, “Pardon?”

“I talked to Eddie like you recommended,” he said shooting me a dirty look, “and he’s pissed. He’s not moving the campaign and said we needed to find someone to sub in for Lucas!”

“So you’re not coming to the game? To support Lucas, your best friend?” I sat up straighter and stared at him irritated.

“He’s going to sit on the bench again, Lou!”

“It doesn’t matter!” I told him, “He wants you there to show your support! Benched or not, he’s one of your best friends!”

“Just tell me yes or no! I don’t want a lecture!” he exclaimed throwing his arms out next to him.

“No! I told Lucas we’d watch his game and I meant it, Steve and I are going!” I stated.

He scoffed and looked to Robin, “Rob?” he questioned.

She shook her head immediately, “Band,” she said simply.

Dustin groaned loudly and stormed off.

“What a dingus,” I complained.

Robin laughed and nodded, “Forget that. You have bigger things to worry about today.”

I let out a fake cry and pushed my tray away from in front of me, “Don’t remind me.”

#steve harrington fic #stever harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things #Eddie munson #hellfire

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ragnarachael · 2 years

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Take It From The Top — Chapter 3

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7,286 (IT’S SO MUCH)

Summary: Usually your days are boring, but not since this group have been coming in and brightening up your shifts. They have a little band together and gush about it as much as they can when you're serving them. You can feel some chemistry with Loki, and start talking with him more and more once he's frequenting the restaurant alone.One day, finally, Loki—the bands (hot) guitarist—invites you to one of their shows on your day off. And you're not going to turn him down, are you?

Warnings: loki playing the guitar. that’s. too hot. just so we all know. and semi naughty thoughts on your end—he’s hot, guys. flirting unadulterated? i guess? loki’s a dreamboat. that’s it. that’s all.

Notes: yes rachael DID pick a brian may hand gif for this. he’s why guitarist loki is what it is. sue me. ANYWAYS IT’S THE END! I AM SAD! BUT FIC TWO OF THIS SERIES IS IN PROGRESS! i hope u love this so far!!! bc i’m obsessed with it!!!! please don’t be shy and feel free to yell with me all you want

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F E E D B A C K! | A O 3 L I N K! | T A G L I S T L I N K

The rest of the week seemed to drag on as you waited for your days off to come. Besides working, trying to be a normal human being as you work these horrendously long shifts, you try to keep your mind off of the fact Loki almost wrote down it’s a date.

It was a date that was intended not to seem like one, you assumed.

How the fuck do you dress for that?

“I mean,” Helen starts, on your phone via FaceTime call the day of the not-date-date. “Preferably something cute, but not obviously screaming it’s a date fit.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You question loudly from your closet. “Also, did we agree on the ripped skinny jeans?”

“Yes we did!” She exclaims. “And you’ll understand that when you’re older and get more dates.”

“We are the same age, Helen.”

The silence that fell over the two of you was comfortable before Helen starting laughing. “Whatever. So, ripped jeans. What shirt options do we have?”

“Uh,” you start, going through your shirts in the closet. “Band tees? A few tanktops, I got this cute crop top a few nights ago—“

“Do you have that one you wore out for drinks with Isaac and I a few months ago?”

“What one? The REO Speedwagon one?”

Helen was silent before huffing, waving a single hand around. “Whatever one has all those pre-made cuts and holes and shit.”

“Ah, the Metallica one,” you answer. “I’ve got it, yeah.”

“That,” Helen replies. “Wear that! It makes you look hot.”

You smile sheepishly, fishing through more shirts to find what you’re both talking about. You’ve been digging for almost an hour trying to find a decent outfit.

It may not be a date, but you want to at least look good enough to actually be asked on one, to your face.

“Did you and Henry have a good date night last night?” You ask after finding your shirt and throwing it on over your black bralette.

“Yeah! It was nice, we went to this karaoke bar. He’s a horrific singer, obviously.”

You laughed, walking over to your bed where your jeans lay. “Don’t hurt his heart by saying that, he seems like a good kid.”

“He is! He just can’t sing for fuck all.”

The two of you share laughter as you pull your jeans on so you can both judge the final outfit before deciding on it. “I’m telling him you said that the next time I see him.”

“You bitch!”

“I’ll be sure he pelts books at you, bestie,” you say, letting your voice rise in volume for dramatics as you grab your phone to peek up in the view finder, cooing when you see Helen’s dog in her shot. “Ooh my god! Is that Blackjack?”

“No, it’s some random plush I got at this thrift store—”

“Hi Blackjack!” You exclaim excitedly, ignoring Helen’s words completely before squealing quietly when he looks at the camera. “Hi, buddy! How are you? Is momma being a meanie?”

“Hey! Don’t brainwash my kid!” Helen whines, trying to cover Blackjack’s eyes from her phone. But he’s still getting excited to see your face.

“Blackjack, do you wanna stay with me while your momma gets it on with the bookstore worker?” You coo in an even more annoying tone over the phone as you walk over to your full length mirror.

“His momma is about ready to hang up on her friend if she’s gonna throw her under the bus like this,” Helen says, huffing. You laugh fondly, finally relenting as Blackjack replies with a little bark.

“I’m sorry, it’s just fun to do that.”

“If you and Loki end up getting together and get a pet for a child, I’m making your life hell.”

You find your face heating up at her words and opt to switch the camera around to show your mostly completely outfit in your mirror.

“Anyways,” you say, clearing your throat, “what do we think? Does this work?”

“Oh, yes,” Helen purrs through the phone. You laugh at her reaction, doing little poses which only entices her to cheer more. “I would call this date if I were him. You’re hot.”

“And you’re bisexual, of course you would say that.”

“Says you. You know you’re looking in a mirror, right? Bisexual help bisexual—“

You cut her off by laughing. “I’m a failed bisexual, no sex has shown attraction to me in years, and even then I couldn’t seem to make a move.”

“Hey, you still tried your best! It’s alright, now you’ve got this hot guitarist coming for you,” Helen explains as you flip the camera on your phone back to your face. “And, hey. If it works out? Imagine the tour sex—“

“Helen!”

“What! I know you haven’t ever, but still! I know what’s in those bedside drawers!”

You’re trying to hold back your laughter as you land back on your bed, head on your pillows as you keep your outfit on for the show. “Yeah, yeah, moving on.”

“For now, sure,” Helen finishes, chuckling at your reply. The two of you relax in comfortable silence. Occasionally Blackjack makes some snoring noises or small, tiny barks.

“What if tonight sucks? The band could be shit.”

“I don’t think it would be if they got a pub to basically have them perform on Saturdays. And if the guitarist is hot, wouldn’t you think the rest of ’em are?”

“Compelling argument.” You take a breath before letting out a small sigh. “Their vocalist is hot.”

“Oh?” Helen perks up, tilting her head. “Which was that at your booth?”

“The woman in the corner, Brunn.”

“That’s….so true.”

You snort, sitting up suddenly. “You literally saw her once or twice, Helen.”

“Still hot!”

“Okay, okay, I gotta get my stuff and go if I wanna be on time, we can argue over their hotness as a band later.”

Helen whines dramatically on her end as you watch her and her dog fondly start to whine together. You’re thankful for Helen, especially at this moment. You don’t think you could go to anyone else about all of this, and you’re happy she’s just here with you in it.

“I love you.”

Helen coos. “I love you too! Now go kiss hot guitar man.”

“Literally a not-first-date-date but okay,” you quip, a wide smile on your face before you’re waving through the screen and saying goodbye properly, talking in puppy-speak for Blackjack before the FaceTime call is over, and you’re stuck looking at yourself in the viewfinder of your phone’s app.

You sigh to yourself before closing the app and tossing your phone on the bed next to you. In your head, you’re figuring out the best route to get to the pub The Revengers were going to be at, all while spontaneously deciding to add a little makeup to your look. It was really only some light eye makeup, and a tiny, tiny dash of red lipstick just to have more than black with the rest of your outfit.

However, this made you have to rush to get your shoes on, as well as grabbing your keys and wallet so you could leave your bag at home. Thankfully, traffic was light as you listened to your phone guiding you through the streets, and the only problem you had was finding the extra parking for The Queen’s Pub in the back lot. You didn’t expect the pub to be so packed.

But it was almost out of spots. And it was just turning 6.

Maybe The Revengers wouldn’t be bad as your anxiety thought it would be.

Walking into Queen’s Pub is…nice. It’s got a nice industrial vibe to it, high ceilings with exposed scaffoldings and ventilation pipes, tables scattered around the spacious ballroom-like floor. The front half has lost a good chunk of tables and seats though, due to the main stage that’s farther into the building to give a makeshift pit as if it were a proper concert venue.

To your left as you make your way in, past a small pod of people near the entryway, is an expansive bar. It’s well lit with LEDs it seems, and it looks like they have every liquor known to man.

“Hi! Welcome in!” One of the younger bartenders exclaims as they shake a drink to perfection. You smile and nod their way, just now realizing how many people were actually inside.

The cars didn’t do it justice.

All the seats were occupied, and people were standing together in small pods in the makeshift pit, around the edges of the stage. The energy was electric, and you knew everyone was here for the band that was due to play here soon.

You elect to bypass the bar for now, and make your way to the front to get a good spot to watch the band. Loki said to be here at 6 sharp, so you’re unsure if that means they’re to play soon or not.

Since everyone is just simply chatting and bouncing around to conversation, you’re basically at the edge of the stage, which you found pretty cool. And, at least Loki will know you didn’t dip. From here you noticed the front drum had the bands name on it, The Revengers.

The decal is centered, but the word the is positioned more to the left, and revengers is leaning more to the right, the R just under the final E in the word before it. It’s an interesting choice, and a pretty decent quality decal from what you can see.

You decide to pull your eyes away from the drum and the stage, taking in the rest of the pub as you stand straight. You don’t want to magically make eye contact with anyone that happens to roam on the stage prior to this. You may just lose your mind with embarrassment.

Even though the pub is alive with chatter, you still hear what sounds like tuning from a bass and a guitar. You could only think that’s Loki and Bruce, it’s blatantly obvious considering the line up of the band.

Just as you tried to listen in to whatever else was happening backstage, you noticed a large wall towards where more seating was at a slightly lower level that as filled with some band memorabilia. Granted, you didn’t know what band or bands, but you make a mental note to look at it just as the amps hum to life, gaining your attention as well as the rest of the pub goers.

You’ve been to a few concerts, but never this close, nor this exciting for more than just you.

Everyone seems to know that cue, and come to the makeshift floor as a tall older man with a head full of greying curls come on stage with a wireless microphone.

“Hello folks!” He says happily into the microphone, not at all getting any interference from the everything that’s on the stage. “How’re we doing tonight?”

You cheer with the rest of the people, a smile working its way onto your face out of excitement.

“Good, good,” he continues, laughing. “Well, it’s Saturday, and we’ve got some good bands up tonight. But of course, it wouldn’t be a Saturday without The Revengers, now would it?”

Everyone around you cheers a little louder, and you can’t help but continue to cheer with them as this man warms the crowd up. He cheers with everyone, holding the mic away from his mouth before he’s turning to look back stage and laugh again, the mic going back to his mouth.

“Right! Okay, well. I won’t keep them any longer, they’re getting antsy back there. Ladies and gentlemen, Queen’s Pub is proud to present, The Revengers!”

You can’t describe the uproar the audience has once the man is off the stage once his microphone is placed on it’s stand and he’s walking to the wings of the stage, clapping Thor on the shoulder as he walks by. They’re all glowing. Not only from the stage lights, but their smiles are ginormous.

You should have attended a concert a lot sooner. Because seeing all four of The Revengers like this? It genuinely makes your heart swell, you can just tell how much they love this.

And they should. You hear how many people love them in this packed pub right now.

“Good evenin’ everybody,” Brunn says into the mic as everyone calms down. “Nice to see you’re not just here for Brian and his alcohol.”

“We’re here for that too!” A random voice in the audience yells that causes more laughter to erupt both from the audience and Brunn.

“Well, same here.” Brunn’s trying to find the person, as if she’ll know who it is before entirely giving up when Loki leans close to her and starts muttering as his hands plug in his guitar to his set amp perfectly without even looking.

Your eyes are immediately settled on him. He’s basically in front of you anyways, it’s hard to not notice anything. You spot his nails first and foremost, they’re painted. It looks like black polish, but you notice a twinge of another color when the lights hit it. You’ll have to ask when you see him after their set.

After that, it’s all downhill for you and your crush from there. He’s got the tightest pair of skinny jeans on that you see between him and his instrument as he and Brunn laugh before he’s walking back to his side of the stage. Paired with that, he’s got on the tightest tank top possible, his biceps seem to be bulging slightly, and you’re thankful that you haven’t got a drink on you right now because you would have choked on it.

Loki’s….god.

“So, we’re gonna start with a little cover from a little band called Queen, because Brian won’t shut up about it,” Brunn says, pausing only to let the cheering go up again before gaining control of the crowd, “I know I know! We love Revengers singing Queen, I know. After that we’ll just sing some new stuff we’ve been working on and then Cheerful Rangers will take good care of you all about an hour after you’ve all sobered up from us. Alright?”

Brunn had to love the audience reaction. She eggs them on like it’s her job. Which, in a way it is between her day shifts at some clothing store.

“Okay! Let’s go!”

Before the audience could react properly, Loki was already starting to play, expertly plucking the beginning to the unfamiliar song while Brunn turns around to converse with Thor quickly.

You wish you had more eyes than you do. The Revengers on stage as a group is like a well oiled machine. You don’t even know the song they’re playing at the moment, but they add their own spins on it, solos that sound longer than normal, and they’re just having fun.

It’s refreshing to see, and this is only the first song of the night.

Sure, it’s a song by Queen, but The Revengers claim it all as their own, just for tonight. Your eyes move from Brunn to Loki several times before you’re looking at Bruce and Thor jamming together in their own little world. You could watch this literally all night.

And Loki? God, Loki was a sight. Loki always made it seem like he belonged in any place he walked into once he was comfortable, but here, on the stage, he just oozed confidence. He just seemed to only get hotter not only through the song, but their entire set.

His hands just glide along his guitar as if he doesn’t even need to think much about it, yet his face is a mix of concentration and..well, you don’t want to admit it to yourself, but: sex.

It’s like he’s trying to make this sexual, and it’s making your mind go nuts.

You’re too focused in on Loki and his playing enough to forget that this is a concert and they just finished a song, so everyone is cheering. Thankfully, it’s loud, so you’re quick to snap out of the trance Loki’s set you in to clap and cheer along.

The rest of the concert after the Queen song goes exactly like it did the first time around. You’re watching Loki solely as he’s playing, you’re staring at his fingers, occasionally his face as he tilts his head up to his microphone to add backing vocals which also contribute to making you a puddle.

If you weren’t taken by Loki earlier this week, you certainly fucking were now.

Their set doesn’t last as long as you’re wishing it would. By the time they finish off their final song of the night, you’ve worked up a sweat by dancing with the rest of the small group you’ve gotten acquainted with at the front. It’s only when Brunn thanks the crowd for even bothering to show up before she’s leaving the stage do you realize The Revengers are done for the night, but Loki, Bruce, and Thor play on together for a little longer.

It’s like you’re watching a jam session, the way Bruce and Loki come together to stand near Thor’s drums and play what just sounds right before they cut their instruments off at the perfect time within each other and they wave goodbye as you and the rest of the crowd go wild.

The cheering goes on for a sliver more than you expect it to, and keeps going as you try to fight through some of the people to finally make it to the bar. Truthfully, you could leave after seeing Loki. You really saw no other reason to be here, considering you only wanted to see The Revengers in action.

And boy did you.

Once you made it onto the barstool at the nearly empty bar, the bartender that greeted you when you first entered the establishment comes over.

“Hey! What can I get started for you tonight?”

“Hi, uh,” you pause, trying to think of something you’d like to drink before just taking a breath and sighing. “I’m not really too sure. Something with vodka, I know that much. What would you recommend?”

The bartender smiles and nods. “Don’t worry about it, I got you. Do you like grapefruit?”

“I have no idea, but I’m willing to try,” you respond with a smile. The bartender nods before they’re off and making your drink. Once you know you’re not going to be asked any questions, you turn and look at the entire pub.

It’s significantly less full now. It’s pretty obvious most people were here for The Revengers and them alone. And truthfully, even if you’re biased, you don’t blame them.

But still, you felt a little bad for however many bands there are after this.

“Did you have the uh,” a familiar voice asks from behind the bar, “I don’t remember the bloody name of this thing, but it’s got grapefruit in it?”

You turn around to be met with the grey haired man who introduced the band earlier in the evening. “Yeah! Yeah, that’s me.”

He smiles kindly at you and places your drink down in front of you. “Then here you are. I take it you had fun watching The Revengers.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you respond, laughing lightly before moving to take a sip of the drink from the rocks glass, enjoying the small sour taste from the drink before being hit with the salt that was on your lips from the rim. You clear your throat before speaking again. “I was told they’d be good, I didn’t anticipate just how good.”

“Really? They’re talked about at a lot of places around here,” he explains, shocked before leaning on the opposite end of the bar. “How did you hear about them?”

“Oh, uh, through their guitarist,” you explain, your face heating up just having to think about the performance you just watched literally inches away from your face. “Loki.”

“Oh!” He exclaims, standing straight before clapping his hands together, saying your name with confidence. You raise a brow.

“Yes? That’s me.” You take a slow sip, confused as to how this curly haired man knows your name.

“I’m Brian, the owner,” he—Brian—explains with a hand placed in the middle of his chest. “I understand that’s weird, and I apologize. Loki said you’d be coming and to put you on the tab.”

“Oh.” Yeah, oh is right. Loki put you on their tab? You’re damn near close to asking if you can just go ahead and pay for the damned drink before Loki’s suddenly here and jumping onto a stool next to you.

“Hey!” Loki exclaims once you’ve turned around to actually look at him, taking another sip of your drink. “You made it!”

“Of course I did!” You say after you’ve swallowed. You noticed that Brian had left the two of you, probably to go and get Loki a drink. “Why wouldn’t I come?”

“I was just worried you wouldn’t get the note on my receipt,” Loki explains, becoming a little shy before running a hand through his hair once or twice to keep it out of his face. He’s still visibly sweaty, but not as much as he was on stage.

You could honestly just stare at him all night, the longer you look at him, the more features you find yourself fixating on. Like his slightly smudged eyeliner that makes his eyes pop a little under the LEDs of the bar.

“Please, if Helen found it she would have told the entire restaurant I was going out to see a rockstar tonight. I assure you of that.”

“You know,” Loki starts with a boyish smile, looking at you head on. “I don’t doubt it.”

You hide how you’re swooning at his stupid face by taking another sip of your drink as you snort. Smacking your lips, you speak again. “She’s that predictable, huh?”

“It’s Helen,” Loki starts before Brian is back with a small glass filled with some amber looking liquid. “Thank you, Bri.”

“‘Course,” he replies. “I’ll talk with you about the show later, but the cover was amazing.”

Loki’s beaming, giving Brian a wide smile before he’s raising his glass in Bri’s direction as he walks back off to another end of the bar you don’t bother to twist and see. Loki smiling has you smiling.

“You guys were great, y’know,” you say softly, almost in awe of the man before you. “I’ve never seen a guitarist play that fast.”

“Then you don’t know many guitarists,” Loki quips gently, sipping his alcohol before chuckling. “Sorry, that sounds rude.”

“No, no, you’re right. I don’t normally pay attention that much, but you had me hooked since the first song.”

“Since the Queen song or everything after that?”

You pause, trying to find the words to reply before just taking a breath and chuckling: “yes.”

Loki laughs with you, taking another sip of his drink. “Well, that’s good to know. You should have came last week, we had Roger to sing something for us.”

“Roger?”

“Yeah, Roger’s the co-owner of The Queen’s Pub with Brian. They’ve been friends for years.”

“Ooh,” you nod in understanding, sipping your drink before licking at the salted rim again for a little kick. “And before I forget, can I just go ahead and pay you for putting me on your tab? Like, it’s super sweet of you to do that, but I can pay—“

“No, absolutely not,” Loki says with a playful stern tone. “Not happening.”

You pout at Loki, finally putting your drink down to arm up your hand that’s been holding the glass this whole time. “Loki..”

“I’m serious, it’s fine. Brian never lets us pay it anyways,” he explains with a chuckle, putting his glass down as well. “We’ve had it since the early days—before we even had a name, let alone songs we wrote on the napkins here, we started paying at first. But then Brian saw how much traffic comes in here, the people pay for our drinks themselves just by showing up.”

“So The Revengers gives Queen’s Pub recognition and notoriety.” You mean your statement to be a question, but you knew the answer on your own. Your smile only seems to grow, hearing more bits and pieces to sew together the story behind The Revengers. “That’s—“

“Smart,” Loki finishes for you. “I know. We’ve tried to have Brian let us pay regardless, but he’s a stubborn bastard. He tells us it’s not just ‘cause of that though. Says it’s a thank you for taking him back to his old days every Saturday night.”

You laugh with Loki this time, leaning against the backing of the bar stool. “I mean, must be nice then! Brian sounds like the best granddad a person could have.”

Loki laughs a little harder at your joke before taking his glass to swallow the final sip of his drink. “He can be, for sure. Other times, it’s almost like he’s our manager, which is weird, but we let him do it anyway.”

You snort, smiling as you listen to Loki continuing to ramble a bit more about the pub. It made your heart start beating tenfold just by how passionate and excited he was telling you just every little detail he possibly could about it. He really cared about this pub and everyone in it. You could tell just by his excited hand movements and the fond look on his face alone. And you couldn’t help but find him more endearing at this point in the night.

Somehow, an hour passes, and the next act plays. You stay at Loki’s side, both in the makeshift pit of the stage, and back at the bar for another round of drinks after Cheerful Rangers actually played an actually good gig—you hate to sound so negative, but you didn’t see it coming; especially when high schoolers romped out onto the stage.

That’s how the night goes, really. You and Loki going from bar to stage, eventually opting in to drink water after the third act of the night—some of the songs got you and Loki dancing together, and you’re back to sweating.

As someone who hasn’t had many first dates (many? Hell, you’ve only had one, and even then it wasn’t as glamorous as this), you genuinely didn’t want the night to end. But the lights on the stage come down as Brian finishes the night with a small speech about thanking people for coming out as per always, giving everyone a final cheer before everyone is cleaning up after themselves and going to their own respective tables to keep the night alive. You look to Loki, unsure of what this means for the two of you.

Are you leaving? Staying and chatting more over water? Sharing more little snacks Brian drops off with a joke about the tab?

“Hey,” Loki says a little louder than normal. He’d probably tried to get your attention before this. You turn to look at him.

“Hm?”

“I’ve gotta help pack stuff into Bruce’s car, do you want a quick tour backstage while I help out? See everyone again?”

You’re already nodding before you even properly process what you’ve been asked, Loki lacing your hands together firmly as he guides you around a few small pods of people who are still choosing to stand for the evening.

“Oh,” you voice suddenly, noticing the door just next to stage left. “Through here?”

Loki lets out a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Did you not notice Brian use it?”

You feel your face heating up from embarrassment. “Shut up.”

This only causes Loki to laugh more and make your heart want to slam out of your chest and into Loki’s awaiting hands for him to finally claim it as his own.

Now, you realize, you may have had one too many sips of alcohol. Hopefully this backstage tour makes the slight fog get out of your brain.

Loki swings the door open, and tugs you by your hand to walk through the threshold first, still holding hands as he’s right behind you and starting to take lead down the cream painted hallway.

“So, all these doors we’re starting to pass are dressing rooms,” Loki explains once you’re both walking the same pace, his hand gesturing to some of the doors he’s talking about. “Bri keeps them maintained well, even if none of us use them.”

“Will you ever, do you think?” You question, eyes looking along the walls to see all the pictures covering the walls between the doors. In almost every frame is an autographed…something. You don’t know what some of them are. Some are ticket stubs, some are headshots. Some are even playbills from New York.

“Maybe? Not too sure if I’m honest.” Loki’s stopping you both at the end of the hall, head twisting from right to left. You follow in suit, noticing that to your right, there’s a hall that leads to a wide open door to the back parking lot, and the other side you can see Thor and Brunn chatting animatedly as they both use their arms to rewrap some wire.

“To your right is the technical loading bay,” Loki explains, turning left. “I’m sure that’s obvious.”

“A little,” you quip, giggling. “But it’s fine. I’m getting a tour, you’re required to tell me these things.”

“Very true,” Loki replies, chuckling himself. This hall to where Thor and Brunn are is much shorter, and here is where you notice the main backstage area.

“Finally!” Brunn announces before Loki can beat her from speaking. “There you two are! We’ve been waiting to see you all night!”

“You could have met us at the bar,” Loki fires back immediately, his playful tone evident as he gently pulls you between Brunn and Thor. “I’m giving a tour, I’ll grab the amps here in a sec.”

“You better, lover boy,” Brunn shouts as he pulls you away to the other side of the room as if it’s miles away.

You’re laughing at their interaction before Loki’s clearing his throat. “Anyway.”

“Yes, sorry, do go on,” you say, bringing your laughing down to a giggle.

“Main backstage area,” Loki continues, a smile never leaving his face as he lets your hand go to gesture wide to the room. Brunn finishes her bundle of wire perfectly and does a pose while Thor continues rolling his share of the wire, clueless to what’s even going on.

“Wow.”

“I know,” Loki replies excitedly. “Can be fun before shows. We have a tradition to do a little shot or two before heading out. It’s a good time. The ramps closer to where the actual stage is leads to the stage, obviously.”

“Fun as hell to ride the amps down, by the way,” Brunn cuts in, her wire bundle out of her hands and somewhere in the suit case near Thor. Now she’s grabbing another wire that’s just a pile on the floor to wrap again. “Just be sure you have someone to catch you—“

“There may be a hole behind the couch and we haven’t told Brian,” Bruce cuts in, smiling nervously from his confession. “We’ll tell when we have the money for the damage. So, keep this between us.”

You hold back any cackle you may have, giving everyone a thumbs up in the room before looking to Loki, noticing a hall behind you in your peripheral vision. “I assume there’s more dressing rooms back there?”

“Huh?” Loki whips around before he’s confirming your suspicion. “Yes! It’s the same as the other hall, the door however leads to the backrooms where storage is. Not at all like the fun way we just came in.”

“Boo,” you reply teasingly. “Could at least have something more fun.”

“Tell Brian that,” Loki replies. “He tries to keep a tight ship. Roger’s the fun one.”

“Why do I believe that?”

“Because Brian is a boring name,” Thor chimes, finishing his wire and knotting it off. Everyone looks over at him, eyes wide. You and Brunn had let out some gasps when he even said it.

Thor looked up from his hands, scanning all of your faces. “What? It’s true.”

There’s a beat of silence, before Brunn breaks it.

“I’m so telling him you said that—“

“Brunn!”

“Oh god,” Bruce groans, rubbing his face with his hands. “I’m not involved.”

You and Loki turn to each other and laugh at your friends—well, his friends, really, but you’re hoping that you’re in the team at this point—fond and light.

“I’ll just go and start grabbing those amps from the stage,” Loki says finally, Thor and Brunn’s bickering slowly becoming a background noise. Loki turns to look at you. “If you’d like you can sit and watch Thor and Brunnhilde go at each other, or help. Whichever you’d like, darling.”

The nickname Loki uses absolutely has your face heating again, and you nod, taking a breath to try and recover from the term.

“I’ll, uh,” you start, rubbing your hands together. Your brain is going a few miles per minute. “How can I help?”

Luckily for you, Loki and Bruce are quick to put you to work, taking you out on the stage and showing you how to detach their amps from the pub’s stage set up with ease. You’re in charge of making sure all the wires for them are detached and in your arms to be relayed back to Brunn and Thor in the back.

It’s a relatively easy job, and you’re enjoying watching Bruce and Loki interact a bit more for yourself. Really, you’re happy to see all of them interact more closely than at your job. You can feel how tight they are together as a group, and it makes you feel like you’re intruding slightly.

And yet, they still welcome you with open arms anyways.

“We should be good! Just meet us out back, my car’s parked there!” Bruce shouts to you as you’re coming up the ramp. “We need someone to spot us when we pick up the amp!”

“Got it!” You call back, disappearing back behind the curtain after walking through the wings, Thor and Brunn back to silently raveling the wires you’ve brought them.

It’s not long before you’re back out in the back lot. You can see Bruce’s car just like he said. You can also pick out your car from the small smattering of patrons still in the pub. The night has gotten a bit chilly, unfortunately for you. You’ll simply have to make do.

“Incoming!” Loki shouts, getting your attention as you’re quick to be sure you’re out of his way in the doorway. The amp wheels are loud as Loki continues to speak to his bandmate over the noise. “Bruce, is your trunk clean finally?”

“Yes sir!”

You can’t hide your giggling at their conversation before Loki and Bruce are out with two of the four amps from the stage.

“Okay, so me and Bruce will lift, just be sure we don’t magically drop it, alright?” Loki explains standing straight to shake out his hands and arms and stretching them slightly. You nod obediently, refraining from making the magic joke you were thinking about.

Loki gives you a smile and a nod back before he and Bruce are on either side of one of the two amps, counting to three and positioning their hands on the bottom edges to grip and lifting.

And you want to say you’re paying attention on the amp, but you’re so not.

Loki’s ripped. You’ve noticed his biceps before, sure, but this? In action? His biceps are bulging just like Bruce’s as they lift the large amp together before it’s safe in Bruce’s trunk and you’re rolling the next one over when Bruce asks. You’re thankful for the show Loki’s arms are giving you as the second amp of the night is stacked perfectly in Bruce’s trunk.

The three of you quietly cheer before the process is repeated, and you try to hide how you’re drooling over the way Loki’s arms look for a second time. Thank god your help wasn’t actually needed. You don’t think you’d be able to make it in time before an amp actually broke.

Soon enough, Bruce’s car is packed with most of their instruments, and all the wiring before The Revengers and you are piling back out into the main lobby of The Queen’s Pub.

“Brian!” Brunn shouts in a sing-song voice, Thor immediately shouting a no! and rushing from the back to stop her from her next words. You and Loki stay back as Bruce comes in just after the two of you.

You notice the pub is significantly empty, and turn to Loki for questioning.

“The pub usually closes around this time on Saturdays,” he explains easily. “Brian lets us stay back almost always. Usually he makes us move the chairs and tables back for him so the staff can focus more so on cleaning. Y’know, since Saturdays are always packed.”

You snort, looking over at Loki as your linked hands swing between the two of you. “Really? I would have no clue. Seemed super empty.”

“Oh, stop it,” Loki responds, gently giggling and nudging you before you’re glancing at the clock that hangs just above the LEDs of the bar that Brian is currently paused cleaning to talk with Brunn.

10:05 pm. Jesus Christ.

You’ve basically spent all day here.

“Oh, I didn’t even know it was ten,” you say suddenly hand—unfortunately—letting go of Loki’s to move to the your back pocket of your jeans to check your phone. You’ve checked it periodically through the night, and there wasn’t many notifications worth your time besides a bunch of texts from Helen. “Damn..”

“Do you need to get going?” Loki asks, gently grabbing your arm and stopping the two of you from walking as you look at your phone screen. You feel Bruce walk around the two of you with a soft apology. “I didn’t ask if you worked tomorrow, I’m sorry—“

“No, no, you’re so okay,” you say, looking up at Loki with a grin as you pocket your phone. “I just didn’t expect it to be ten, I have work around noon.”

Loki mirrors your smile, and you don’t notice the four pairs of eyes on you from the bar as he takes a breath. “Well, you should get home then, shouldn’t you?”

You mimic his breath, which only causes him to chuckle. “Unfortunately.”

“Well, allow me to walk you to your car? The more fun way, of course,” Loki teases, holding his arm out for you to hook your own with his. You’re quick to playfully courtesy and lock arms, laughing with him as he guides you back through the stage door just like earlier in the night, making small talk with each other.

You’re tired, but you really don’t want this night to end. Loki’s been so lovely. Everything has been so lovely. From the dancing in the audience together to watching Loki shred on his guitar—you’ll be thinking about that for who knows how long.

Eventually when you both get outside, you switch from locked arms to holding hands one last time. You ask him about the tiny things from the show tonight now, what color is his nail polish, really. Do they coordinate outfits? What were they laughing about as he played the opening chords?

“Well, Brunn was pointing out something Brian was doing,” Loki answers. “The nail polish is some matte oil spill color, it was laying around when we were rehearsing and Brunn insisted, Brunn also forces us to coordinate if need be, because Thor will show up in the worst outfit imaginable if you let him.”

You’re laughing as the two of you are finally getting close to your car. “No! That’s so sad. Thor has fashion—“

“Absolutely not!” Loki exclaims as he lets you start to guide him. “As his brother, I am offended. He’s not fashionable. At all. Whatsoever.”

You’re still giggling before you see some of your little bumper stickers on the back trunk of your car, smiling sadly. You feel Loki gripping your hand a little tighter and so you turn around before shuffling to lean against your trunk.

“This is me,” you say finally, refraining from showing your true emotion. “Thank you for finally getting me to a show.”

“Thank you for coming,” Loki replies, smiling as his thumb rubs over your knuckles comfortingly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“It was the most fun I’ve had in a while, I’ll admit,” you shuffle on your feet momentarily, looking down at your feet to watch as you toe some asphalt before looking back up at Loki.

Loki’s giving you this…look. You’re not sure what look it is—actually, it seems to be something fond like how he was when he was watching his friends and brother interact—but it’s giving you this weird tug in your stomach. Almost like you just want to kiss him which, to you, is a new and exciting feeling.

“Well that just means we’ll have to bring you out here again then, doesn’t it?” Loki questions smoothly, a small smirk quirking at the corner of his lips.

You’re grinning at those words, the offer to return here could genuinely make you squeal with where this future with him could be headed.

“Absolutely,” you say, trying not to bounce on your toes as you get off of your trunk, starting to walk backwards to your driver’s side, tugging Loki with you. “Just tell me about the next gig, and I’ll absolutely be there. For the Cheerful Rangers, of course.”

Loki scoffs and places a hand on his chest as he allows you to tug him. “Wow. They stole the show tonight for you? And I thought you were here for me.”

You laugh, finally dropping Loki’s hand to fish around in your pockets to try and grab your car keys in the slowest fashion as possible. Your skin feels arm knowing his gaze is on you before you reply.

“You’re a mere bonus, rockstar.” You like the way the nickname sounds, you realize. It fit Loki both on and off the stage a little too perfectly, especially after tonight. “I’ll catch you later?”

“Catch you later,” Loki confirms gently, his hands moving to his back pockets. “Get home safe, yeah?”

“I can try, just for you.” You’re almost back tracking, but Loki’s smiling and slowly stepping back from where you stand near your drivers side door.

“Thank you,” he replies before giving a final goodbye. You pout playfully, shouting a last goodbye back before you’re getting in your car and Loki’s headed back into the building.

Your drive home is a blur in the best way possible. For some not-date-date, it definitely felt like a date for your very tiny book. The radio doesn’t have any decent music playing, which is unfortunate. As you’re at a red light, you realize that maybe one day you’ll hear Loki on the radio. With Brunn, Bruce, and Thor. And that makes you giddy endlessly for them. They deserved it.

The rest of your drive you’re thinking about the performance, Loki’s hand in yours, the way Loki played, and it isn’t until you get home that you realize you never exchanged god damn numbers.

“Fuck!” You exclaim into your empty apartment, groaning as your keys fly to your small hall table near your door, hands pressing to your eyes out of annoyance.

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"Tch, I guess it’s about time I clean my desk. I can't work with all of this crap on it." Jotaro annoyedly says.

While cleaning off the countless stacks of paper he pauses. All desire to clean is quickly knocked out of him. He sits back down in his desk chair holding the group picture you all took in Egypt. He glances over each face in the image, some happy memories, some not so much. He would give anything to go back in time to change the way things played out. So many stupid mistakes. His eyes immediately halt when he gets to yours. His face expressed sorrow and longing.

His favorite memories of the two of you start to come rushing back to his head, and for a moment, he smiles. The constant flirting that always occured between the two of you. The silent stares you each felt from one another. No matter how much the others teased you two, you still weren't sure if admitting your feelings was the best idea. You each had your own reasons for keeping distant. The mission was much more important anyway, and so was your friendship.

He recalls one of his favorite memories with you.

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It had been a long week of tiresome stand battles, the closer you got to Egypt, the more intense they became. He noticed this was taking quite the toll on you and made the gang find a hotel that night so you could get some much needed rest. In the meantime he suggested that you use him as a pillow in the car on the way there.

Honestly, you took him up on the offer. You took everything you could at the time knowing that it would never go any further no matter how bad you wanted it to. Your head rested on his large chest, which was surprisingly soft for how tough he was. Every now and then he'd tug on his hat to cover his face when in fact he was just trying to steal a few glances at your peaceful, resting figure.

"Alright, we're here, group up and we'll get going into our rooms," Joseph states.

"I ca-"

"She's staying with me. There's no discussing it." Jotaro then picks you up and carries you to your room.

You started to wake up from the movements and the background noise going on in the hotel, and the first thing you saw was Jotaro's face when you opened your

eyes.

"Clearly I must be dreaming," you thought.

"Look who decided to wake up." he scoffed at you. "Really left it up to me to carry you all the way up here."

"I'm so sorry! I won't let it-"

"That's enough. I was just kidding anyway. You fought really hard today, it's the least I could do."

You smiled back at him as he set you down on the bed. That was honestly all the thanks he needed.

"Anyway, I'm going to go get something to eat, I'll bring something back for you if you want, but you should probably get some real rest soon."

You began to crawl up into the bed in your dirty and torn clothes from the day you just had.

"Good grief, what do you think you're doing? You're really going to sleep in a nice clean bed in your dirty clothes??"

"Well, I don't really have any clean clothes left right now, so, unless you have a better ide-"

You were quickly cut off with a soft hit to the face. Jotaro threw one of his clean shirts at you.

"Here. You can use this. It'll be more comfortable anyway."

Jotaro had left to go pick up some food and when he came back he was greeted with his favorite shirt filled with his favorite person. Wearing only that shirt made you look much smaller than you actually were, it practically went down to your knees.

"Thanks Jotaro! I promise I'll get it back to you as soon as I can."

"Keep it. It looks better on you anyway." He cooly tried to say as he pulled his hat down over his eyes.

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After everything that had happened in Egypt, you just wanted to get away from it all for a while. Go out on your own to a new place with no reminder of the loved ones you lost and all the feelings you never acted on. As a thank you for your hard work, the SpeedWagon Foundation offered to pay for everything of whatever you decided to do. You thought maybe you'd try going to school in America for a while. It was great, you had all the experiences you grew up seeing in movies and on TV. You made plenty of new friends there and even dipped your toes in the dating pool.

Right after you finished school, you and your boyfriend got married. You thought that's what you ought to do, you've been with him for so long. Everyone thought you were the perfect couple. He always took you out on extravagant dates and bought you expensive jewelry. Every girl wanted to be you. But that was only because they didn't know what happened behind closed doors. He never physically hurt you, not many people could, I mean you could hold your

own in Egypt, you're pretty tough, but mentally, he knew you were weak. You would confide in him in the beginning of your relationship about all your friends back home that you missed. He never let you call home or talk to them either. The ones you could never see again. Everytime he wanted you to hurt he would just remind you that they were dead because you weren't there for them, you weren't strong enough to save them. Countless letters came in from your friends and family and he'd throw them away before you could see them. He would even tell you that no one was writing to you anymore.

Every now and then you manage to chat with Jotaro. He'd call you on your lunch break at work from time to time just to play catch up. Asking things like 'how's life?' and 'are you doing okay?' and the sort of thing. Everytime you told him you were doing great. You love your husband and you even try to brag about how well he treats you by describing all the luxurious gifts he's been buying you. Everytime Jotaro ended the call saying he was happy for you and then a

quick update on his life.

To be honest, Jotaro wasn't falling for your phone calls. He knew something was wrong, but he never knew how bad it really was. He thought it was strange that you never wrote to him or called him outside of your work hours. It was also strange how you never really went into depth about your personal life either.

One fateful day, you're having a routine call with Jotaro when your husband decided to stop by to take you out to lunch. He asked the secretary why your door was closed to which she simply responded, "Oh, she's talking to her childhood friend Jotaro! He usually calls about this time every week."

He walks into your office catching you off guard while you're still on the phone. The shock alone causes you to drop the phone with a quiet screech.

"Y/n, are you there?" Jotaro stays on the line worried about what he just heard.

Your husband shuts your office door leaving just the two of you in there and is yelling just loud enough to where your coworkers can't hear him.

"I thought I told you no one wanted to talk to you anymore? They're all fed up with you, can't believe you let your friends die back in Egypt. They'll never

forgive you for that."

"You're right I'm sorry just please don't do this here."

"What makes you think you can tell *me* what to do? That's not how this works. And who gave you permission to talk to other guys? There's going to be some serious consequences for this when you come home." He walks out of your office smiling at all of your coworkers like nothing had just happened, followed by a shut of your office door and your muffled cries.

"Y/n?? Are you still there? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"Wh- what did you hear?" You managed to squeak out, choking back tears.

"I heard enough y/n, he's not a good guy. I knew something was wrong. We have to get you out of there."

"No. This is my life now. I don't need your help, I told you I'm perfectly fine."

"Y/n I'm not kidding, you have to get out of there *now* and I won't take no for an answer."

"I can't, okay! I have nowhere to go. No one would believe me if I said the things he's done to me. Anyone who I try to run to just rats me out to him and the situation gets worse."

"Y/n, go pack your most essential things while he's out of the house. I'm buying you a ticket home for tonight. You'll be safe here this time tomorrow."

The instant care Jotaro had just shown you only causes you to cry more. How could you let yourself get like this? You really weren't okay. You were just too headstrong to admit anything was wrong.

"Thank you." You were able to muster through even more tears.

After picking yourself up off the floor and drying your face, you left your office, no intention to come back. You rushed home to grab only your essential items while your husband was finishing his day at work. You grabbed a few sets of clothing, your toothbrush, hair and makeup accessories, a few pairs of shoes, and your folder of important documents. Everything else was replaceable and or retrievable at a later date.

You take a deep breath and get the courage to call a ride to the airport.

Free from your husband's control, you weren't scared to text or call Jotaro on your own phone now. You called him letting him know that you were on your way.

One short plane ride across the ocean later and Jotaro was waiting there for you to take you home. You're not sure how long he was there for but you're convinced he was waiting there since before you even took off.

"Y/n, over here." He waves you over.

You walk over shyly and ashamed of what he had witnessed just the day before. You couldn't even pick your head up enough to look him in the eyes.

"Y/n it's okay now. You're here with me, he can't get to you right now."

"Ye- yeah I guess you're right. So where do I go now?"

"C'mon, I'll take you back to my place."

"We're stopping there before the hotel?"

"I'm not letting you stay alone right now. You're staying with me at my house. The only reason I let you fly alone was because it got you out of there faster."

Jotaro takes your bag and you both head to the taxi.

"C'mon short stuff, get those legs movin' faster."

"Hey! Not everyone can be freakishly tall."

Jotaro raises one eyebrow, "So I'm a freak, aye?"

"Sorr-"

"Don't apologize, you're already more vocal when you're free around here. I like it."

The taxi drops you two off at his house. The drive felt like an eternity when in reality it was only a few short minutes. You stared out the car door window in awe.

*So this is what he's been up to this whole time*

"Well c'mon now, let's get inside."

You quickly follow after him like a lost puppy.

"There's a spare bedroom upstairs and down the hall, why don't you take this time to relax and freshen up while I make us something to eat?"

"You really don't have to do this for me Jotaro, but I appreciate it."

You head upstairs with your bag. It really was a long flight. You decide to take a quick shower and put on some clean clothes.

About an hour goes by when Jotaro comes by your room to collect you.

"Dinners ready y/n."

"Okay, I'll be right out, I just have to put some makeup on first."

"Uhh, what for? We're not going out anywhere."

"I don't know. I just always do. He always made me wear makeup, even at the house, I guess I'm just used to it."

Jotaro quickly turns around and starts heading towards the kitchen, but not without leaving a remark, "well don't. You look better without it anyway."

You follow soon after him with a fresh blank face. The table has already been set beautifully and you can already smell your favorite dish. He brings over two plates of food followed by a new bottle of wine.

"Why don't we catch up for real this time?" He asks.

Hours go by at the dinner table along with a few bottles of wine. The two of you bickering just like the old days. You missed this. You needed this.

You finally caught a glimpse of the time and stood up to help clean up the table.

"You don't need to help clean this up y/n. We can even clean it up tomorrow. Why don't we go talk in the living room for a bit longer?"

You move forward as an attempt to get to the couch, finally realizing how much you actually drank, you're quite tipsy in fact. Jotaro moves over to the couch to join you. Sitting side by side he grabs your hand with a guilty look on his face.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry this happened to you. It's all my fault."

Clearly he's a bit tipsy too if he's actually trying to admit being at fault right now.

"None of this is your fault Jotaro, what are you going on about?"

"If I was just straight with you when we were younger. If I actually had the courage to say something to you. Maybe you would have stayed. Maybe you would've ended up with me instead. Instead I thought you were too good for me."

Your eyes start to swell up. "Don't say that. Ever. I'm the one that's not good enough for you. Why would you ever want someone like me?"

"Well, you're you, that's why. You're strong, you held your own in the desert, you tried your hardest for us and you made it out. I've never met anyone as strong as you, and to know that someone took advantage of you? And I wasn't there to protect you? I'm so sorry for all of it."

Now full on ugly crying again, Jotaro wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry Jotaro. Can you forgive me?"

He lifts up your crying head by your chin and brushes all your loose pieces of hair out of your face. He holds you here until you return the look into his deep aqua eyes. He moves forward, crashing his lips into yours. There was no hesitation on your end, you kissed him back just as hungrily. Neither of you needed words to figure out what the other one was thinking. You could feel the admittance of your love for each other from just that embrace. Jotaro pulls back and pushes your head into his chest so he can hold you once again. He pats your head.

"It's all okay now, I'm sorry it took this long," and he leaves a kiss on the top of your head.

The moment is only ended by your yawning since you've been up for lord knows how long. Jotaro picks you up and carries you in his arms to his room. He notices the slight confusion in your face.

"I was thinking maybe you sleep in here with me tonight, kinda like old times?"

"Okay, just let me go change into my pajamas. I don't want to get in the nice clean bed in my dirty clothes.".

You walk back into his room in just his old t-shirt you kept from the desert.

"You really kept that old thing?" He spouted.

"I really did. It's how I kept you close that whole time I was gone." You said with an embarrassed smile.

"It really does look better on you ya know?" He says through a full face of blush. Just seeing you again in that shirt made him think of all the things he wanted to do to you now and then.

You moved to go lay down alongside Jotaro in his massive bed. He always wanted to know what it'd be like to hold you in his arms in his own bed.

Jotaro pulls you into his chest to hold you tight, with no intention of letting you go. He places a delicate kiss on your cheek. You squeeze his hand as a subtle sign of acceptance and nuzzle into his broad figure.

“Goodnight y/n. Sleep tight.”

#jotaro kujo #jojo #jjba x reader #jjba #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jojo jotaro #jojosbizzareadventure #jjba pt 3

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nemo-tigger · 3 years

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Stardust Crusaders vs Swing (Platonic Oldseph x reader technically?)

Okay so this will be my first post that I’ve ever made but I’m on a complete brainrot of Oldseph dancing with reader to some electro swing songs such as Bella Ciao by Klischée (especially since Suzi Q is Italian) on a night out with everyone at a bar or a club once they defeated DIO and they can let go. I’ve never done anything like this before so please tell me if my writing is shit and how I can improve. For this scenario I say fuck the cannon: everyone lived- This is long so I’m sorry in advance, I just had this so well thought out and might’ve waffled a bit ^^||

And now to the brainrot!

Word count: 2.7k

Music blaring and light frantically flashing through the widows of the busy street consisting of mostly clubs, bars and the occasional restaurant, the group made there way towards the club as the moon sat directly above their heads. Joseph and Polnareff up in front with Avdol following quietly between the two but a bit behind, enjoying listening to both rave on about whatever piqued their interest at the current moment. Jotaro and Kakyoin and were a few steps behind the former three but not too far away that they’d lose them, Kakyoin talking with Jotaro mainly listening and adding in noises of acknowledgement to reassure Kakyoin that yes he actually is listening to him and taking in what he is saying.

And you? Well you were walking just behind the duo with Iggy at your side to keep you company. Keeping with those who were your age too meant you would occasionally add a small comment or two into Kak’s seemingly one sided conversation but most of the time you would either walk in silence or talk to Iggy, him barking in return as if to try and have a proper conversation despite not physically being able to.

You were all heading towards a club that Joseph was adamant on taking you all to with the intent of letting go over a few drinks and a bit of dancing if anyone had the balls and/or skill to do so. It would be a nice way to let go after everything that happened at Egypt now that there wasn’t anyone threatening the group’s or Holy’s life. It was needed, alright? He also thought it would be a good introduction to the “fun side of adulthood” for both Kakyoin and Jotaro despite his grandson already smoking and drinking at the age of 17 (with Star Plat’s help of course) but a hopefully fun night out for all of them nonetheless. A night to let go, forget and get absolutely hammered all on the Speedwagon Foundation’s money. Who knows, maybe they’ll learn a bit about themselves and each other while out? It’ll surely be a night to remember for years to come - that is if they can remember what happened by the time the night is over.

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Deep within another ‘conversation’ with Iggy meant that you hadn’t realised that everyone had stopped walking down the semi-bustling path and consequently bumped into the back of Kakyoin with a small ‘oof’ and an apology.

“Don’t worry [Y/N], according to Mr. Joestar we’re here though so I think you’re gonna have to end your conversation with Iggy.” Kakyoin stated with a light hearted chuckle at the fact you were in such a deep conversation with a dog rather than them.

Joseph called to get everyone’s attention, discussing an unofficial set of rules that should be followed while inside to avoid any needless attention, panic and fights; the latter bit directed more towards his grandson than anyone else with a harsh eye. Very clearly old habits and worries are still present and gnawing at the back of everyone’s minds so sticking together was a main priority or at least sticking where you all could see each other in case something were to happen to one of you but other than that you were free to do what you wished so long as at least 1 other person knew what was going on. As Iggy wasn’t going to be able to enter for obvious reasons he decided he was going to go on a wander throughout the streets to bide his time while you all were inside. You agreed on a hotel to meet him back at within a few hours and with that you all entered the establishment.

It was busy to say the least. The bar was crowded with people ordering drinks, dancefloor swarmed with people dancing more like stumbling in some cases amongst strangers and friends alike without a care in the world, letting go of the week’s stresses caused by a multitude of things and drowning out the impending responsibility and hangover that would be hindering them by morning. Bright disco lights bounced off the walls and floors of the hall and the bass from the near deafening music passed through your body as if you were a ghost. The feeling was so foreign and new to you but you couldn’t wait to experience the night ahead of you, not worrying too much about the consequences later and went over to find an empty table while Joseph took drink orders and went to go buy them. You decided to take a seat next to Avdol and leave an empty seat next to you which the missing JoJo would later come along to take, sparking up a conversation with the man about the atmosphere the room had after making bets with Polnareff about who could drink more and who you thought would get drunk the quickest.

“It’s been a while since we’ve last had the opportunity to relax as much as this without having to worry about another stand attack, hasn’t it?” The man turned to you with a soft smile, speaking in a raised voice so that you could hear him over the music.

“Yeah it has been, honestly this feels too good to be true and I’m half expecting something to go horribly wrong tonight!” You replied with a wary laugh, looking over to Pol and Kak sat around and bugging a mildly pissed off looking Jotaro with his cap pulled down over his eyes to attempt to look as disinterested as possible for now until his grandfather comes back with the beer he ordered.

Avdol responded with a hearty laugh and a wave of his hand “I wouldn’t think too much of it [Y/N], we’re safe now so let’s have a bit of fun and let go for the night!”

As soon as he’d finished his sentence, the missing member had returned with everyone’s drinks in hand: beer for him, Avdol and Jotaro, wine for Polnareff, a cherry flavoured cocktail for Kakyoin to get started on and [F/D] for yourself. He took the last available set next to you and started recounting memories from when he was younger at Polnareff’s request, ones about going for nights out like this while in England as well as in New York once he married Suzi Q and returned to the others after fully healing from his fight with Kars. The topic then delved into music and what would be played at the clubs as well as popular dances for the time. This took your interest and you zoned in on the conversation, both you and Avdol eliciting to forget the current conversation the both of you were having previously. Swing and Jive were quickly becoming popular as Joseph was growing up, hitting it’s peak in the 1940′s in America and were dances that everyone and their mothers were learning and picking up. Recounting the many occasions that him and Suzi would be dancing to the early hours of the morning to swing and being scolded by Lisa Lisa the next morning for being passed out on the couch. At that point you could see the youth appear back in his eyes, remembering as if he were back in his early 20′s with such a sincere twinkle that struck a fondness for the music and dance in your own heart. You yourself used to dance swing, your parents teaching you from a young age as a way to tire you out before bed and as you grew older it changed from a childish little jig with your parents to having the footwork down to a T, adapting and changing the speed and intensity to match the beat of the song and being whisked away into your own little world from being lost in the rhythm of the music. “If only I could dance to it once more...” he mused to himself but you managed to just work it out over the music’s heavy base threatening your eardrums.

With a sneaky little idea in mind you alerted Avdol that you were going to go make a song request but didn’t delve into your plan exactly, telling him to cover for you if anyone asked where you went by saying that you went to the bathroom. As observant as ever though he knew what you were doing and chuckled to himself as to what is going to transpire very soon. From there you went to the DJ at the club and put in a request for swing to be played after a couple of other songs as to not make your plan obvious and to also give Joseph a rest before a lot of his energy gets exerted soon.

You return to the table as if nothing had happened and the conversations fired up again like before except now everyone has at least 2 drinks in their system and are now feeling the buzz. Some more than others at least- For now you just have to wait for the song to come along so you bide your time by watching the drinking contest between Jotaro and Joseph for who can drink their beer quicker and then encouraging Kakyoin to down his latest drink in one go. At least I’m not going to be the one to clean up any possible mess later on you ponder to yourself as said red head then chokes on the drink as the alcohol burns his throat and makes him cough.

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It was approaching the end of the latest song and you grinned to yourself, Jotaro picking up on it with a confused glance and a quick “Oi, [Y/N], what’s that look on your face for?” You only shake your head at him, smile growing wider and looking at Joseph as the song ends. Said man notices as well and asks the same question as Jotaro. Standing up just as the song begins, you hold out your hand to Joseph with a smirk and say “you still got your dance moves, old man?”

The beat hit his soul, allowing what youth he was trying to hold onto after all these years to be released from it’s depths and for the first time in years: Joseph truly felt young again. He offered you a smile to reflect your own and almost jumped out of his seat, startling the other men present at the table as well as yourself before he dragged you off to the middle of the floor. Jotaro, Kakyoin, Avdol and Polnareff all turned to face the two of you getting ready to start dancing as if no one else was in the room. Such a scene caused other surrounding tables to grow curious and watch as the both of you prepare for what is about to transpire.

‘Questa mattina, mi son svegliata. Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao.’

The lyrics started up as you and Joseph faced each other, bouncing on the balls of your feet as a warm up as you waited for the beat of the song to really kick in.

‘Questa mattina, mi son svegliata E ho trovato l'invasor’

Once it did, the both of you sprung into your dances. Distinct yet similar at the same time you followed the rhythm of the song as well as each other, you spinning around Joseph on occasion and the latter man taking a hold of your hand in a gentle but controlled grip to spin you on the spot and use the momentum to lift you on occasion. There was no outlandish spins across the old man’s body, he is almost 70 remember, but the display you and him put on was something to truly behold. It was obvious that both of you have been dancing to swing for many years, how easily you could cross your feet as you jived and shuffled without tripping up was testament to this and the Charleston making a small appearance here and there throughout.

Back at the table it’d be quite fair to say they were all shocked though some not as expressive as others. Jotaro’s stare was intense, his eyes never breaking away from the way you and his grandfather danced around each other and together too. Although he tried his hardest to remain as stone faced as he normally would be, he couldn’t stop the smallest of smiles from appearing on his face as he watched you both. He could tell that his old man had grown to really appreciate your company, might even go as far to say that he could tell Joseph saw you as his own child at times, and that brought him a lot more reassurance than he would ever like to openly admit. Someone else would be looking out for the old man as well as himself as he grew older.

Kakyoin and Polnareff? Openly surprised. One more so than the other. While Kak’s eyes were wide, Polnareff’s jaw looked like it was about to hit the floor. They looked on in admiration at the skill, speed and dedication at which you and your unofficial ‘partner’ danced at. So much energy radiated from the dancefloor and it became almost as intoxicating at the alcohol currently raging through their systems and they started cheering you on. Standing from their seats and beginning to clap to the music even if they had no clue what the lyrics were saying, it caused other spectators around them to join in also and cause more of a ruckus in the club.

Avdol sat at his seat and smiled with a warm fondness as he watched the both of you dance, eventually joining in with Kakyoin and Polnareff with the claps and cheers on especially good and difficult looking moves. He felt as if he was watching two old spirits being rejoiced in different bodies from which they once resided in and basked in the pure happiness that exuded from Joseph and yourself.

The innocent laughter that left you both as you danced made you feel as if nothing mattered and everything was right with the world. There was no trip to Egypt, there was no enemy Stand threats and there was no evidence of trauma to be seen. You danced like there was no tomorrow and like nothing could hurt you.

Free. You finally felt free.

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As the song came to a close, Joseph was sweating as if he’d ran full tilt through the desert and you were panting like a dog without any water. It felt invigorating to let all your stress leave your body through such a dance and you could tell that it worked wonders not only for you but for the rest of the Crusaders as well. The cheers of the people surrounding you, friends and strangers alike made you turn your head and start laughing like a madman at their reactions. Silent and rambunctious admiration followed as you returned to your table, music returning to whatever pop songs were the most popular at the current time with Joseph kicking off when it isn’t The Beatles playing .

“[Y/N]! Please teach me how to dance like this, you were amazing mon ami!” Polnareff pleaded with you as soon as you took your seat back at the table.

“Sorry Pol but not tonight, I’m beat after that. It takes so much energy to dance to swing.” You replied with a nervous chuckle, secretly hoping the Frenchman might forget his request after a few more drinks and a bad enough hangover the next morning. With a sigh and his head now on the table, Kakyoin and Avdol sparked a new conversation about your affinity to swing and how you became such a skilled dancer at such a young age.

Joseph had turned to Jotaro to poke fun at the tiny smile his grandson had on his face which very quickly dropped once the remark was made, his regular stone face borderline scowl sat heavy on his face but the happiness he felt from watching his grandfather feel so young again still remained in his heart to tell his mother about later.

Laughter erupted from the table yet again as all the conversations combined into one and another round of drinks was served up by Polnareff to get the night moving even quicker for you all. Hopefully at least one member of the group could remember what they saw but if not? Well I don’t think you’d mind giving them another show as a refresher when you’re all sober, would you?

#stardust crusaders #jojos bizzare adventure stardust crusaders #jjba #jjba part 3 #joseph x reader #oldseph #jjba joseph #jotaro #jjba jotaro #avdol #jjba avdol #polnareff #jjba polnareff #kakyoin #jjba kakyoin

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abbacchiosbelt · 3 years

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YES PLEASE WRITE OLD!CAESAR DILF HCS!!!!! But like only if you want to of course and have the time 😅

it’s been a while since my last installment in this series, so i figured it’d be a fun prompt to end my writing break with! i was thinking of @min0uze‘s old caesar design while i wrote this because i am very partial to it, but you’re free to imagine caesar however you want!

setting the stage — caesar, now in his late 60s and looking as incredible as ever (much to joseph’s annoyance, who hasn’t kept up with his hamon training nearly as strictly as caesar has), is starting to yearn for something more in his life. his work with the speedwagon foundation left him nervous about starting a family — even though hamon will keep him young, it’s starting to catch up to him that he doesn’t have the big family he’s always dreamed of yet. so when joseph asks him to travel abroad long-term for joestar real estate, caesar accepts and gets more than he bargained for.

18+ under the cut! cw for age difference and breeding kink. both parties are consenting adults!

You meet Caesar for the first time while you’re eating at your favorite little cafe in the area, the quiet street the outdoor patio was set on perfect for relaxing whilst eating lunch. You’re interrupted from your thoughts when a loud yet polite voice cuts through the air— “Miss?”

Their accent definitely isn’t from around here - it’s nice, though. Whoever the stranger was had a rich and soothing voice. When you turn around to see whoever it was that interrupted you, you’re practically speechless. You’d always had a thing for older man, but this man... He simultaneously looked like he had aged by fine wine while drinking from the Fountain of Youth at the same time. Whoever he was, you were lucky that he decided to talk to you, even if it only ended up being for a moment.

“Sorry for the interruption, cara. I’m new here and I’m a little lost. Could you point me in the direction of Pillar Real Estate?” The stranger smiles after he finishes speaking, looking effortlessly handsome. You gape for a moment before responding, pointing him down and around the corner to the building. “Grazie.” The stranger reaches down and grabs your hand lightly before he pulls it to his lips and grazes a barely there kiss over it. Before you can even respond — your face growing warm from the attention — he tugs a business card out of his pocket and hands it to you. The name reads ‘Caesar Zeppeli, Joestar-Zeppeli Real Estate’.

“Call me when you’re free if you’d like. I’d love to properly thank you for the directions.” The stranger - no, Caesar - pulls down his sunglasses and shoots you a wink before he hurries off around the corner, leaving you awestruck. Did he just... did he really... just give you his number? You double check and sure enough his personal number is written on the card. You’re not sure how he wrote it down so fast, but it’s not really important. You had to call him later. Tossing away an opportunity to meet with Caesar again would be criminal.

When you do call back the next day, the phone only rings a couple times before Caesar is picking it up, smooth voice sending a shiver down your spine as he lists out some potential locations for your date. He assured you that it didn’t have to be romantic, but that you could certainly take it there if you wanted it... of course you wanted him. You doubt anyone has turned down Caesar a day in his life.

You meet Caesar for dinner and a stroll, and find yourself whisked away by his charm and incredible stories the second he starts talking. You and Caesar chat the night away, finding yourselves with more in common than you thought - even if conversation had felt difficult during other dates you’d had in the past, talking with Caesar was effortless. You’re sure it’s only so easy because he’s done this a million times before, but you don’t mind - anyone would be lucky for a night with this man.

When he goes to hug you at the end of the night - strong arms & broad chest pressed into you with the scent of his heady cologne wrapping around your mind - you move to kiss him so fast that you don’t even know what’s gotten into yourself.

“Ah, eager are we, bella?” Caesar winks at you. “I’d be happy to continue our date, but it’s up to you.”

The second you nod, Caesar is practically busting down the door to get you inside and pressed against the wall, lips meeting yours in a feverish and desperate kiss. It’s impossible not to trail your hands along his muscles as he deepens the kiss, throaty moans sounding from him when your hands rub over certain spots. His hands roam across your body as well, though he’s more restrained in his touches - all it does is make you want more of him.

And more of Caesar you get - in your bedroom, on the couch, against the kitchen table, against the door before he has to leave the next day... You know you have to meet him again. The way he kisses you when he leaves - like you’re his long-term lover and not just a date - makes your heart flutter.

You never thought you’d end up with someone so much older than you, and yet Caesar is everything you could have wanted in a partner.

It’s not long before regular dates turn into more and more nights spent at each other’s homes. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is - as long as there’s time and a suitable surface, Caesar is fucking you like his life depends on it. Mornings are often spent with his head between your legs until you can’t take it anymore. There are quickies in the afternoon when he just shoves your panties down and fucks you, or you end up on your knees in front of him.

It’s not until one particular night that you find out Caesar’s biggest turn-on - you’re pressed into the bed with your legs by your shoulders as Caesar has you folded in half, his heavy balls slapping against you every time he thrusts forward. He’s babbling about something in Italian that you can’t understand until he breathes out your name and looks at you earnestly - “Bella, can I come inside you? Please?”

When you nod, pussy clenching around him at the thought, Caesar groans loud enough to give you goosebumps. He pumps into you faster and faster until he’s grunting out your name again, burying himself as deep inside of you as his cock can go.

Caesar finishes you off with his fingers before he goes boneless and rolls off of you, sighing. You smirk at him. “So, you really liked that, hm?”

Your good-natured comment gets you more than you bargained for. Caesar is rolling over and pulling you up with him, eyes shining as he meets your own.

“I more than liked it. I want...” Caesar grumbles something that sounds like ‘Fucking JoJo’, before he turns back to you, the moonlight filtering through the windows illuminating the light flush to his skin. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but... I love you. Marry me?”

Your mouth falls open and your heart pounds in your chest - oh, you’re sure you want to marry him and you want to shout YES, but it’s like you’re frozen by surprise. Caesar looks worried when you don’t answer, but when he calls out your name, everything falls into place. There’s so much to discuss and experience together with Caesar.

You give Caesar a resounding yes and then some - and on the night of your wedding, Caesar makes sure you’re well-stuffed enough that the Zeppeli line is sure to have another member added to the family soon.

#my writing #jjba #caesar zeppeli #jjba au #delicious dilfs and milfs #not sfw #age difference cw #breeding kink cw #Anonymous #AFAB reader #jjba fic #jjba not sfw fic #battle tendency #battle tendency everyone lives AU

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g3nosarchive · 3 years

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✧ pairing jotaro kujo x gn (doctor) reader (before diu)

✧ genre fluff i think

✧ warning descriptions of blood, a pretty large injury, basic surgery, mentions of needles, thorns, and stitches kinda

✧ extra reader is a doctor working for the speedwagon association and has a stand !! i would love to talk about it more if anyone asks <3 i didn’t really know how to end it off smh

“hello?”

“hm?” you mumble mindlessly, eyes trained on the contour of his abs.

“i’m bleeding. handle this.”

he snaps your attention back and you give a wry smile, scrambling for the gauze and ointments. you move up even closer and your brain refuses to let go of the idea that you were almost, a just a little shuffle away from being head first in his chest.

a singular prod at the edge of the gash has him jerking the tiniest bit, hissing lowly in pain. you bravely glance into his eyes, a silent promise to him that you’ll try to reduce the pain as soon as possible, and to finally get to business.

the anesthesia could only be swiped along the cut, with your own hands you realize. you give him another look, waiting for permission to move forward and he nods, watching as your index and middle, coated in a cool gel, dab themselves along his wound.

you’re unsure if he sighs in content or at your leisurely pace, but the knot in his brows in gone and your shoulders sink. at least he’s not in pain anymore. you pick up the pair of sleek black tweezers by your side, pulling at the bits of clothing in his wound as he watches with dark eyes.

finally it’s time to actually clean the blood, most of it dried and clotted along the edges.

“..kujo-”

“jo..jo,” he interrupts. “jojo is fine.”

‘kujo’ makes me sound old..

“ah, jojo, yes. what a cute little nickname.”

immediately you get back to the task at hand, dabbing gingerly at the blood and wiping carefully to clear his skin of maroon dust. you don’t notice the way he peers down at you, as you laughed over his saying ‘jojo’, admiring the efficiency at which you move. he almost wishes there was a little more blood just so he could observe you further and try to understand just why his heart seemed to beat heavier whenever your breaths brushed along his chest.

“now, i’m going to bring out my stand ..jojo (he cringed), so lie down, hands at your side.” the authoritative air now surrounding you draws him and he moves quickly without qualms, amazing for a man who should be in significant pain.

“mother’s cradle,” you whisper, eyes gleaming as a doll-like figure with voluminous, twisting curls appeared by your side. it was a relatively large stand, deep royal blue skin, silver hair and noticeable winding vines, roses and thorns all over it’s body, forming a sort of dress. from it’s hands a thin spindle of green threadlike thing was created, shiny and strong, lead by a sharp penetrative thorn shaped into a needle.

he was enraptured as you clearly guided the needle to move towards the area on his chest, at the edge of the gash. another vine grew from Mother’s Cradle’s shoulder, the dew at the center of a rose stretched oddly into a sort of scope. similarly, other vines and thorns and creations followed and formed a set of surgical tools, all promptly created and exact.

“mother’s cradle’s work is invisible after it’s done. it’ll only be a pinch of pain in the beginning, and if you don’t mind, i’ll start...”

the needle danced through the opening of his chest, a lovely winding spool of fiber brining the tear together, beautifully. it moved in harmony with the other tools like a practiced dance routine and he, jotaro, was enraptured. the pain was negligible compared to the story unfolding before his eyes; the degree of meticulousness in your stand control stirred both his thoughts and his curiosity deeply.

he found himself wishing time would slow once more - no more than ten minutes later your stand called back all of it’s creation and bundled into itself like a rose before disappearing.

you swiped over the now barely perceptible cut with a wipe, “andd now it’s done; i did take longer than usual but I wanted to make sure there were no issues with your blood flow, sorry for the extra time used. is there any abnormal pain left? any strange feelings?”

he only stares at you as your lips twitch and imaginary sweat rolls down the side of your face. this continues for one minute, two, three and finally he speaks.

“none at all. work with me.”

“ah? come again?”

he sits up and examines his torso in full, nodding slightly to himself, the little crinkle at the side of his mouth signaling his satisfaction.

“you like studying anatomy and genes and bodies of various species and organisms, similar to me. you’ve got your doctorate, and mother’s cradle basically confirms it. work with me.”

confirms what?

he says the most he’s ever said this evening and instead of swooning a little ball of anger pushes at your mind.

“see here, kujo, i’m not interested in working under anyone,” you start, a hand up in protest.

“that’s obvious,” he states, a dead look in his eye.

it’s exasperating dealing with such a clueless man you think, ready to explain further.

“i asked you to work with me. as a partner or other half in command - you’re too proud of a person to actually work below anyone right? forget that, what’s your answer?”

a fleeting weight is released from your shoulder and you sit there dumbly until he rises from the bed, towering over you, kneeling on the floor. you also rise and cough into the elbow of your coat. “if that’s what you meant then, thank you for the offer and yes, kujo -”

“.. jotaro is fine. just jotaro.”

“jotaro, got it. but no more jojo? or doctor kujo?” you joke, and the thought crosses your mind that maybe it’s too early but he breaks his silence soon enough, moderately dragging the rim of his hat down.

“...childish and i’m not a full doctor yet.”

#jotaro x reader #jotaro x yn #jotaro kujo #jjba #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #jojo sdc #jotaro kujo x reader #kujo jotaro #jotaro fluff #damn he has a lot of tags

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piratewithvigor · 3 years

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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

#I made this instead of doing homework #Classic Rock #Meme

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jombocostello · 3 years

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I Need You (Jotaro x Reader)

Anonymous said: hello hi may i please request jotaro and reader sharing their first kiss

Yes of course!! I hope you enjoy it!

It's been three days since Dio was defeated. You're completely exhausted - but Holly Kujo seems to somehow possess never-ending energy.

"Oh, (Y/N)! Would you like some more tea? I think I made too much..." She bustles over to you, grinning widely as she starts pouring more tea into the small tea cup sitting in front of you. "Tell me when to stop!"

The cup's already almost full, so you quickly say, "That's enough. Thank you." She smiles and nods, then heads back to the stove. You sip the scalding tea, and as you do Holly comes over and sits next to you at the small table.

"How are you feeling?" she asks you, leaning close and placing her hand gently on your arm. "Are your injuries doing better?"

"Yeah." You glance down at your other arm, which is partially covered by a large bandage. "I didn't get the worst of it, so I've been alright."

"Oh, (Y/N)... I'm sure it was still horrible." Holly's concern is comforting; you'd been so worried about the conditions of the other three that you'd sort of forgotten to worry about yourself. "Make sure to take care of yourself, alright? You went through so much - it's the least you deserve."

You give Holly a genuine smile, for what you think might be the first time in a few days. You've just been so exhausted and lost lately. "Thank you, Mrs. Kujo. I really appreciate it." You drink some more tea. "...How's Jotaro doing?" Holly had been taking care of him earlier; he's still in pretty horrible shape.

"Oh, he's just napping in his room." You nearly laugh at the mental image of Jotaro 'napping.' "Why, did you want to see him?"

"Ah... Yeah, if I wouldn't be bothering him." You haven't talked much with him since you got back, honestly. Last night you'd gone to sleep the second you knew Holly was alright, and you haven't really seen him all day today. He must not be feeling well. You're not sure he wants to see you, but you really want to see him and make sure he's doing okay. He's been through much more than you.

"Oh, I think he would really like to see you, (Y/N)!" Holly replies, smiling widely. "I'm sure he misses you." You flush a bit at her word choice; that makes your relationship with Jotaro sound a lot more serious than it is. You had bonded on the journey to Egypt, sure, and you spent a lot of time with each other, but...it was never anything like that. Jotaro was always so closed off.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't considered it. You've thought Jotaro was handsome since the first time you met him, and as you spent more time with him, you realized that he was hiding a lot of sensitivity behind a cool facade. It was your goal to try and break down that wall, to see how he was truly feeling...and how he truly felt about you.

Holly laughs, shocking you out of your thoughts. "Lost you there," she chuckles, and you go ever redder. "I'm kidding!" She looks down and sees that you've finished your tea, so she grabs the cup and brings it into the kitchen. "Go see how he's doing. I know he'll be glad to see you."

You're not gonna argue with Holly; you only met her yesterday, but you already love her. "Alright." You're honestly a little nervous, but you try to push any anxieties from your mind.

You stand up and push your chair in, but before you can leave, Holly grabs your arm. "Don't worry, okay? He's a sweet kid, and he - well, I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but he likes you a lot." Your eyes widen. "So you'll be fine!" Holly finishes in that cheery voice of hers, giving you an obnoxious thumbs-up. "Go on, now."

She pretty much forces you out the room and shoves you down the hallway to Jotaro's bedroom. You laugh a little under your breath; she's recovered extremely well for only a couple days. You like her a lot already; she's sweet and bubbly, which is really refreshing after the hell you've been through. You can't say that you're totally happy with her right now, though, now that she's forcing you to talk to Jotaro.

He had taken a lot for you in the battle against Dio. You did everything you could, pushed yourself and your stand to the absolute limit - but in the end, Dio was just too powerful. A well-placed hit in Dio's stopped time had put you completely out of commission for the rest of the battle, and Jotaro had to defeat him all by himself. You still feel really bad for putting him through that.

You walk slowly down the hall until you reach what you're pretty sure is Jotaro's room. Sucking in a deep breath, you rap softly on the door a couple times. "Who is it?" comes Jotaro's gravelly reply.

"Uh, (Y/N)," you call back. You hate how timid you sound.

He waits for a moment before speaking again. "Come in." You exhale and then slowly open the door.

You expect to find him lying on his bed, but he's actually sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. You walk in, shutting the door behind you, and he nods at you. "Hey," he says, his voice low and a little raspy. "You can sit on the bed if you want."

You take him up on that offer and take a seat at the edge of his bed, placing your hands in your lap. "How are you feeling?" you offer. You're not sure of what else to say.

"A lot better. The Speedwagon Foundation's got good doctors." Jotaro turns in his chair so he's facing you, and you only now realize he's not wearing his hat. The last time you saw him without it was when you shared a hotel room back in Cairo. He has dark hair that's surprisingly curly. It looks soft.

You blink, realizing where your thoughts wandered. As you try to rid yourself of these embarrassing mental images, Jotaro watches you closely. "Did you want to talk about something?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Ah, I -" You've gone and flustered yourself. "Um... I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay."

"Oh." He turns away and looks down at his desk; there's a book sitting open in front of him. "Well I'm fine." He won't meet your eyes for some reason.

"Good! I'm glad." It doesn't seem like he wants to talk with you anymore, so you start to stand. "I'll see you later -"

"How are you?" You freeze when Jotaro asks you that, still staring down at the desk. You turn, looking at him with a little smile on your face. Maybe he does care about you like you care about him.

"I'm alright. The doctors fixed me up pretty quick too." You sit back down and laugh a little. "And Holly's certainly been taking care of me."

Jotaro laughs too, and you almost fall in love on the spot. The sound is rich and warm, and you want to hear it again the second it passes. "Yeah, she's always been like that. Doting, I mean." He finally turns to look at you, and you meet his intense gaze. His eyes are always really severe, but this time there's something different in them. You let yourself hope that it's care. "I'm really glad you made it out alright. I was... I was scared for you."

You frown and scoot a little closer to him. "I didn't - I didn't realize you..." Your voice fades away, and you clear your throat. "You're the reason I made it out, Jotaro. I didn't get to see it, but I heard about everything you did to beat Dio. You saved me, and Joseph, and Polnareff..." You fold your hands in your lap. "I just wish I could've been a bigger help."

He takes your hands in a rush, and you gasp softly. He looks down at you with furrowed brows. "You did help, (Y/N). You put everything on the line when you were fighting him, I saw it. God, you - you did everything you could." He looks down, breaking eye contact yet again, and you're left stunned by his words. "So don't worry about it."

You almost want to cry. You can't believe Jotaro harbors those thoughts for you. You had thought that you inconvenienced him in the final battle, but... "If I'm being honest, (Y/N)..." You look back to Jotaro. You have no idea what he's about to say. "I needed you there. I needed you with me."

This does end up making tears spring to your eyes, and you swipe them away in an embarrassed rush. "I'm sorry," you mutter, and Jotaro says nothing in response. "I just didn't know you felt like that." You smile a bit through your tears, and you stare down at your lap. "I felt the same way. You always inspired me to do better."

In one quick motion, Jotaro stands up from his chair and sits down beside you. You look up at him, your eyes wide, and he almost nervously reaches out and takes your hand. You can see bandages running up his arm. "Well..." His voice fades away, and he finally forces himself to hold your gaze. "I like you a lot. I don't know if you, uh...feel the same... But I figured I'd let you know."

You laugh at that, and you almost surprise yourself with the sound. Jotaro smiles too, and he leans in a little closer to you. "Your laugh is cute," he says, and you feel his voice all throughout your body. You laugh again, and his smile grows wider. You don't notice when Jotaro comes even closer. "I'm just gonna -" And just like that, his lips are on yours.

You're surprised, and you nearly gasp. He kisses you almost awkwardly, and his hands gradually find their way to your waist as he presses his lips to yours. He pulls you a little closer to him, and you wrap your arms over his shoulders. It's obvious that he's note very experienced at this, but that's far from your mind. You can't believe he's kissing you. You can't believe he actually likes you, honestly.

He breaks away for a second to catch his breath, and as he does he whispers, "I hope that wasn't weird."

You shake your head, similarly breathless. "Not at all," you reply. His mouth slowly turns up into a grin, and he lets out a laugh. You start laughing as well, and as you both giggle he pulls you into a tight hug.

"What are you gonna do after this?" he murmurs once you've stopped laughing.

"I was thinking about transferring schools," you answer, smiling widely. "Do you have any suggestions?"

You can't see his face, but you figure he's rolling his eyes. He leans back and takes in your expression one more time, and he kisses your cheek. "Thanks for sticking around," he says, and you just nod. There's no mistaking his feelings now.

You both whip your heads to the door when you hear high-pitched whispers in the hall outside, accompanied by a lower voice. "I never thought they'd do it, Holly!" you hear from outside. "I've been waiting for months now."

"Oh, just be glad that they're happy," Holly replies, and you sigh. She's right - you're so, so happy. You turn to Jotaro, and he pulls you close to him. You've honestly never been happier.

#my writing #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro headcanons #stardust crusaders #jojo x reader #jojo imagines #jjba imagine #thanks again! jotaros a king so thanks for requesting the king #part 3 jotaro

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joestarwhore · 3 years

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can i please request some more yandere josuke?

OF COURSE!

*ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+*

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Yan!Josuke x AFAB!Reader (18+)

TW: crying kink, obsession, isolation, name calling & degradation, mentions of yandere!kira x reader themes, personality switch.

DISCLOSURE: i do not condone any of these behaviors, these are extremely unhealthy and not a situation you should ever be okay with being in!

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Cry, little girl.

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The walk on your at home was extremely cold, but that was exactly what you needed. It’s been a month since Kira was killed, & a month and a half since Kira used you as an example in front of the stand users of Morioh.

Your spine shivered at the thought of you on the ground with Killer Queens hand wrapped tightly around your throat, his other hand in position to click down on an invisible trigger. He had taken you hostage in front of everyone, right before he had went into hiding. He had gotten you right where he wanted you, giving you enough bodily damage to make you putty in his hands. All of this had happened because you were the only girl in Kiras entire spree to escape him. He was dead set that if he couldn’t have you, your beautiful hands and your body, then you simply would be a message to this who stood in his way.

You were actually on your way home from therapy, since the Speedwagon foundation had specially sent a therapist for you after the ordeal. Dr. Kujo met with you regularly to check on you, & to do some routine check ups on your wounds. You were often asked why you never let your sweet boyfriend Josuke heal your wounds, & people often asked Josuke the same.

What they didn’t know, is that you had another form of therapy at home.

You took a left turn down the street, the cold air bringing your mind back to the surface as you saw Josukes giant inherited house you both lived in together.

Josukes black silhouetted frame was outlined in the massive bay window, & you could tell he was watching you come to him. The corners of your mouth twitched into an excited smile, because you knew just what was waiting for you at home. You knew you’d hate it when it’d happen, of course. Josukes demeanor had changed after you were beaten, between the day to day and the bedroom activities he was an entirely new person. More possessive, more isolated, & a whole, whole lot more aggressive.

Your legs brought you to your front door, your keys fumbling with the lock to let yourself into the warm estate. The door swung wide, the living room greeting you with dark lo-fi records filling the airs sound. You looked around the corner to see Josuke still facing the window, and his hands resting comfortably in his pocket. Josukes frame resonated a dark energy, & you knew for a fact he knew you were there.

“Hey Jojo, i’m home!” You say over to him, putting your shoulder bag on the chair as you kicked off your sandals towards the end of the couch.

Nothing compared to the moment his head slowly turned and met your eyes with the obsession that you were still getting used to. The darkness that birthed inside your boyfriend was definitely out to play tonight.

“Welcome home baby, did you have a good time?”

You stretched out your hands and arms, your back arching along with them. “Eh, the same as the usual.”

Josuke turned around and faced you, his body slowly migrating over to yours. “Tell me what you talked about.”

“Could I do that later?? I’m kind of exhausted and i was hoping that w-“

Pink and Blue flashed in front of you in an instant. All of a sudden you were on your bed, with Josuke standing menacingly in front of you. “Did I fucking ask, little girl? Did i ask for your input?”

Josukes knee rested on your crotch, the top of it making direct contact with your clit. A gasp made its way out of your throat as you gripped the sheet in anticipation.

“You talked about him didn’t you?” Your heart froze yet beat faster at the same time. “Did you talk about how you get so cute and flustered when your soulmates hand goes anywhere near that pretty throat?” His hand slapped your cheek with a sharp smack, his fingers holding your face still. “Or how wet you get when I open those gashes for you. Or maybe you told him how your biggest fantasy is to be raped by him?”

Your mind was a fog with a little siren telling you that he’s making you believe what he’s saying and it’s not what’s happening, but you didn’t care. “No, I only talked about that night.”

Crazy Diamond punched you in the thigh, the 7 inch long cut reopening and bleeding onto the bed as you screamed in pain. “Thats bullshit and you know it,” he said as he put your legs in a mating press, teasing you with his hard on pressing into your sensitive core. His breath danced on your neck as you felt his lips graze over your neck. “You were fucking terrified. I saw your eyes, the pining for me to save you.”

Tears started to well in your eyes.

Josuke let out a dark, manic laughter, “That’s right, go ahead and cry little girl.” Josuke but the soft part of your neck hard enough to make you scream, the pain and pressure making your body convulse up and press against Josukes chest. His long tongue dragged over the wound, quietly comforting you with his sick, twisted words.

“Do you remember what I did after that, baby? I saved my sweet girl & i made that bad man go away.”

As sadistic as he is now, he risked everything to save you. You had never seen Josuke so driven to do something, CD’s speed that day not even Kira could fight. After the final punch, you remembered that Jotaro, Okuyasu, and Koichi were running for Kira while Josuke was running with you back to his house. Honestly, that was the day he changed. His demeanor was completely dark after dressing your wounds, quiet since you wouldn’t let Crazy D heal your body. You wanted the reminder. It DID happen.

Josukes lips rested on your temple as he gently tugged down your sweats & underwear, cold air hitting your core and making you suck in through your teeth. Josuke cooed in your ear as he told you sweet nothings, making your back arch and your breasts touching his chest.

“Awh you are just too cute, sweetie.” Josuke tugged off his pants that let his 7.5 inches spring free. “My pretty little girl will always be safe as long as she’s with me.”

And with that, Josuke bottomed out deep inside of you.

The moan you released triggered something feral inside of Josuke, your breathing labored as his hand gripped your neck to give him control. His speed against your g-spot made your body convulse around his dick and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You whined against his shoulder as your stomach built up a knot. Josuke gripped your hair and tugged your head back and met you eye to eye, “No, no baby you look at me, are you gonna cum?? You wanna fucking cum??” His assault on your g-spot became harder, the pleasure coursing through your body making you cry out for josuke.

“Josuke -oh fuck- honey please please ple-“

“Please what baby, you wanna come?!”

Tears ran down your eyes from overstimulation, “YES JOSUKE PLEASE LET ME CUM!!”

And with that, Josuke rapidly bottomed out until your whole body convulsed with an orgasm, letting himself finish inside your heated core.

Josukes breathing was labored along with yours, and his hands stroking your cheeks as he gives you sweet praises. “Good girl, you’re my sweet baby arent you?? My sweet precious angel, no body does it like you do.” Your boyfriends strong arms lifted you up, and put you & himself under the sheets. Your naked frames spooned each other and the sensation of a forehead kiss swept through your body.

“I’ll always come to your rescue. Whether you need me or not, I will always be there. You’re mine, (Y/N). There’s no escaping me, and sure as hell no one is taking you from me.”

Your head rested against his chest as you let out a slow deep breath. “Yes Josuke, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.”

Josuke darkly chuckled as he lightly tugged on the studded necklace he got you for your birthday, his lips pressing against your head. “Good answer baby.”

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#jojos bizzare adventure yandere #n/s/f/w jjba #yandere jjba #yandere josuke #diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashikata #crazy diamond #yoshikage kira

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Ocean Eyes | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: You have been spying a guy in the coffee shop. Fate should bring you together. Little to you realize the guy with the ocean eyes is the one and only Tom Hiddleston.

Warnings: implied smut

7:30 every morning on the dot. Every morning, those dangerously blue eyes come in, order a large coffee and pastry before settling into a small table in the corner. He would leisurely sip the coffee while pulling apart the pastry with his fingers. He would lick the tips of fingers, capturing every crumb.

You spied at him over the top of your laptop. His ginger curls tucked under a ball cap. His workout clothes are high quality but well worn. But most of all, you remember those brilliant blue eyes.

“Pardon me, is this seat taken?” a voice asked you one morning. You pushed your glasses back up on the bridge of your nose to see those eyes you dream about staring at you.

“Huh?” you mumbled, your brain deciding words were not important.

A kind smile spread across his face, the skin crinkling around his eyes in a way that made your stomach flip. “The seat?” he gestured to the chair in front of you. “Is it taken?”

“No!” you responded a bit too eager, earning you a small chuckle from the man. You cleared your throat. “No. Please go right ahead.”

“Thank you. I have never seen this place so crowded.” He commented as he unwrapped his sweet pastry.

You glanced around to see the usually quiet coffee shop bustling with activity.

“Hmm. Weird.” You chewed on your lip as the man popped his thumb into his mouth. Your mind wandered to other places you wanted that mouth to be.

“Excuse my manners,” he wiped his hand on a napkin. “The name’s Tom.” He extended his hand which you shook as you introduced yourself.

You returned your attention to your screen, not wanting to disturb Tom’s schedule.

He tipped his head to spy on your screen. “If you don’t mind me asking, what is this masterpiece you are writing?”

You glanced up to see Tom smiling in anticipation. You laughed at his expression.

“My thesis for my degree.”

“Which is?”

“English literature.”

His blue eyes sparkled at your words.

“I graduated from Cambridge in Classics. What’s the topic?” He leaned in close, scooting his chair around the table to sit next to you. His leg pressed against yours.

“Dickens.” you choked out.

“I adore Dickens. I happen to have read quite a bit of his through my work.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What exactly is your work?”

“I’m an actor. So… Dickens?”

“Yeah. The title is "You Can Be Useful to Us in a Hundred Different Ways”: A Study of Stage and Screen Adaptations of Dickens’s Nicholas Nickleby.”

Tom slapped his leg. “This is fate. I was in a production of Nicholas Nickleby.”

“What company?”

“BBC One.” Tom’s head dropped to his chest.

“Are you shitting me?” Your coffee cup dropped to the floor, spilling the dredges of tea onto the floor and Tom’s leg. “Fuck!”

You grabbed spare napkins and dabbed at the splotches of coffee on Tom’s calf.

“Don’t worry yourself. I have to shower anyway.” Tom snatched the cup off the floor. “Let me buy you a replacement.”

“That’s really…” Tom was already up and in line. “… not necessary.” your voice trailed off at the end.

Tom gave you a smile and wave from the line. Your cheeks heated, and you returned your attention to your screen. A coffee appeared next to you.

“Thank you, T—” You looked up to see a young male employee staring down at you.

“He asked me to give this to you. He apologizes, but he had to leave on a pressing matter.”

Your heart sunk. You had hoped to talk to Tom more. And perhaps learn what other roles he had performed. Maybe even more.

You lifted the cup to your lips, and caught something scrawled on the side. It was too long to be your name. You raised the cup to eye level to read.

Call me to talk about Dickens and more.

Tom

Below was what you could only assume was his mobile number. The smile grew on your face as you entered the number into your phone.

Your confidence from that morning faded by lunchtime. The number now haunted you, taunting you on the screen.

“Pull yourself together.” you muttered as you hit the dial button.

“Hello?” Tom’s voice echoed on the other side.

“Hi!” your voice high pitched with nerves. “You probably don’t recognize my voice—”

Tom called out your name with excitement. “Of course, I recognize your voice. I was worried you wouldn’t get my message. I’m glad you called.”

Your cheeks heated at his voice. “You wanted to talk Dickens?” you stammered out, your voice ended at a half an octave higher than it started.

“Right!” Tom exclaimed. “I am unfortunately tied up for the rest of the day, but how about dinner tomorrow?”

“Yes!” you responded a little too eager. Tom stifled a chuckle. “I mean. Yes, that would be nice.”

The two of you settled on a restaurant within walking distance from your home before Tom had to get off the phone. You hung up the phone and spent the rest of the day with a smile on your face.

“So exactly what do you know about him?” your best friend, Caroline questioned.

“He’s an actor and prefers coffee over tea.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow.

“And he has these amazing blue eyes.” Your eyes glazed over.

“There it is.” she leaned back in her chair. “This is more than just academic. You have feelings for this man.”

You sighed. “You would too if you saw those eyes. They are like the ocean.”

“You get lost in them.” Caroline bantered back.

“And the rest of the package is nice as well.” Your cheeks heated as your mind wandered to the thought of Tom is those running shorts.

Caroline watched as you lose in your thoughts for a moment or two before clearing her throat.

“Did you say something?” you asked as you snapped back to reality.

Caroline giggled into her hand. “No, but now that I have your attention away from Ocean Eyes’s assets. What has he acted in?”

“He was in some BBC One production of Nicholas Nickleby.” You held up a low-cut top. “Too much?”

“Not if you don’t want to make it to the restaurant. Did you look him up on IMDb?”

“What is that?”

Caroline scoffed as she whipped her phone out. “And you call yourself an academic. What’s his last name?”

Your chin dropped. “I didn’t ask.” you mumbled.

“Cripes on a cracker.” Caroline typed furiously on her screen. “Lucky you’re alive is what you are. Tall or short?”

“Hmm? Oh, tall.”

Caroline scrolled and then stopped as her eyes widened. “You have got to be fucking kidding me?!?” she whispered.

“What?”

“You are FUCKING KIDDING ME!” she bellowed. “How do…” Caroline gestured at you “… Gah!”

“Who is he? Someone I should know?” you asked as you attempted to spy her screen.

“You are going on a date… with Tom Hiddleston!” Caroline flipped her screen around and your mouth dropped open.

“It’s not a date, Luke. We are just going to talk Dickens.” Tom explained over the phone.

“Bollocks. Are you or are you not paying for the meal?”

“Of course. I pay for your meal. Does that mean we are dating?” Tom said with a grin.

“You’re not my type and you know it, Thomas. Did you shave?”

“Not yet.”

“But you plan to. The last time you shave for me I believe it was because you lost a bet with Ben.”

“I was robbed.”

“You are such a sore loser. When is this non-date date?”

“Later today.”

“I need to stop by and drop off the contracts.”

“Sounds good, Luke. Just let yourself in.”

Tom had expected Luke to come straight over, but the minutes ticked by and he needed to get ready for tonight. He realized he lied to Luke earlier, but he didn’t care.

Tom had noticed you over the past month in the coffee shop. He spied when you stole glances at him. And he wanted to talk to you for so long but couldn’t find a natural way to start a conversation until that day.

Tom stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror examining the healthy amount of stubble on his jaw.

“A little mood music.” Tom popped on an 80s playlist.

Right as Luke was ready to head out to Tom’s, he received a phone call he had to take. Several hours later, he headed out to the door, contracts in hand.

“What started out as friendship has grown stronger..” flitted through the air to the sound of an 80s power ballad.

Luke headed upstairs and beelined to the bedroom. He put the contracts on the dresser.

“And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight.” Tom sang from behind the bathroom door.

Luke couldn’t resist sneaking a peek. Tom stood in front of the mirror, brush in hand, music blaring.

“And I can't fight this feeling anymore.

I've forgotten what I started fighting for.

It's time to bring this ship into the shore.” Tom belted the song with the brush. His hips shook underneath the towel wrapped around his waist.

Luke suppressed a chuckle before yelling out. “Shake it, mate!”

Tom threw the brush into the air as he jumped.

“Not bloody funny, Luke!” Tom gripped the towel in place.

“Didn’t realize I was representing a teenage girl?” Luke laughed.

“Out.” Tom jabbed a finger to the door.

“Did you learn those moves from your sisters? Is this how you get pumped for a big date?” Luke continued.

Tom stomped towards Luke. Luke stumbled backwards.

“Not another word.” Tom flicked his finger in front of Luke’s face.

Luke pressed his lips together and decided, “fuck it.”

“Must be some girl to get the full REO Speedwagon treatment.” Luke ducked as Tom grabbed the contracts and hurled them at his head.

“You’re lucky I like you.” Tom growled.

“Read those tomorrow, mate. Have fun.” Luke ran from Tom’s sight.

Tom’s mood perked up when he stepped into the restaurant and spied you sitting at the bar. And it only got better from there.

Conversation flowed as easily as the wine did at dinner. Before long the waiter came by.

“Last call. We are closing in ten minutes.”

“Oh shit!” you cursed as you shuffled to standing. “I didn’t mean to keep you out this late.”

Tom rose as well and grabbed your hand as you pushed your purse onto your shoulder to leave. His blue eyes sparkled and your heart skipped a beat.

“I didn’t mind the company.” Tom smiled that eye crinkling smile. “If it is not too forward, can I walk you home?” He did not let go of your hand. The connection sent electricity through your arm.

“I would like that very much.” You gave his hand a brief squeeze.

The brisk evening air chilled you. You took full advantage to press close to Tom’s side, who threw his arms around your shoulder. Soon the two of you reached your front door.

“This is me.” you commented, trying to hide the sadness in your voice.

Tom’s eyes dropped for a moment. “I guess this is goodnight.”

“But not goodbye?” you asked, hope in your voice.

“Not on my part. I would very much like to see you again.” Tom turned to face you.

“I would very much like to see you too.”

Tom smiled, and he fidgeted, rocking back on his heels.

“Can I ask you a question?” you muttered.

“I’m not sure…” Tom chuckled. “… can you?”

Your brows furrowed. “Not funny. Why didn’t you tell me you were a famous movie star?”

Tom’s eyes widened. “Honestly, I thought you knew. You kept sneaking glances at me in the shop. I just assume…” his voice trailed off as your face twisted up in confusion. “… was a mistake. You really didn’t know?!”

You shook your head. “My friend looked you up on IMDb.”

“Then why the stares?”

“Your eyes.” Your head dropped to your chest.

“What about my eyes?” Tom stepped closer, his hand reached up to pull your head up.

In the dark evening, Tom’s eyes were dark blue, the streetlights sparkled against them. You bit your lip.

“They remind me of the ocean. Deep and wide. Someone could get lost at sea.”

“Then let me be your anchor.” Tom closed his eyes as he leaned down to press his lips against yours. And you were lost.

You sighed against him, and he pulled you tight against him. Jolts shot through your body and when the two of you parted, you both were breathing heavy.

“Um…” you muttered, biting your lip. “… wow.”

“Yeah.” Tom joined in. “Can I meet you for coffee tomorrow? Our usual place?” He continued to hold you tight.

You tugged on his jacket lapels. “That is one idea or…” you raised an eyebrow. “… we could walk there together from my place.”

Tom’s mouth dropped open before curling into a devilish smile. “What kind of guy do you take me for?”

You tugged him down close to your face by the lapels. You leaned into close. “The kind of guy that does what he wants.”

“Then you are absolutely right.” Tom pulled you into a passionate kiss again.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine

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residentfrogbi · 3 years

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I don’t feel like I talk about JoJo enough so here’s my contribution to the fandom.

I hate it when people only portray Jonathan as some sweet, innocent, can do no wrong gentleman when there was so much more to his character.

Yes he was a perfect gentleman. He spared all of Speedwagon’s cronies and cried when he had “defeated” Dio. He treated Erina like an absolute queen. He was kind hearted through and through.

But, he was also quick to anger. In the very first episode we saw how he reacted to Dio kicking Danny. He instantly balled up his fists to fight. And when those kids said that he was a squealer? What did he do? He jumped down from his tree to confront them and then punched the air in a fit of rage at Dio. When Dio ruined his chances with Erina? He beat the ever loving shit out of him with his bare hands. This man has a feral streak in him.

He’s also clumsy. We saw that when he spilled his wine or smacked his face into the doorframe. He was probably too big for a lot of things so he just ended up looking like a sweet little idiot sometimes.

He’s more than just some innocent little thing. This man said something like “I’m back from hell, Dio” and set his mansion on fire just to try and defeat him. He sacrificed himself for Erina and for the future of his wife and some random child. He was so incredibly smart. He wanted to be an archeologist. His character has so many dimensions to it and so many people are blind to that and it makes me sad.

Anyways, wanna guess who my favorite Jojo is?

#jonathan joestar #dio brando #phantom blood #jjba part one #jonathan jojo #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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sayuricorner · 3 years

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Miraculous Ladybug salt x JJBA “Biodad!Jonathan Joestar” AU Headcanons part 4: Arc 2 “The Bizarre USA Adventures

Part 3 Part 5

AU concept

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing.

Warning 2: This AU content salt don’t like don’t read!

Warning 3: Child abuse, human triffacking

Here’s the part 4 of the headcanon of the “Biodad! Jonathan Joestar” AU!

This part will be about the arc 2 of the AU “The Bizarre USA Adventures”!

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(This picture is an edit, the pictures used are from JJBA and ML which belong respectively to Hirohiko Araki and Thomas Astruc)

Litle recap regarding the arcs:

->This AU had 5 arcs:

-”The Bizarre Origins”

-”The Bizarre USA Adventures”

-”The Bizarre Mass Resurection Mystery”

-”The Bizarre Family”

-”The Bizarre Final Showdown”

-You can read their summaries/concepts in “Biodad!Jonathan Joestar AU concept”

-You can also read the headcanons part 1 to see the arcs’s place in the AU’s timeline.

- You can also read the headcanons part 2 for informations about the ML characters who are stand users and for additionnal headcanons as well.

Arc 2:”The Bizarre USA Adventures”:

-Take place after “Miracle Queen”.

-Marinette’s life became harder ever since she became the new guardian of the miracle box, the akumas being more dangerous day by day and Lila’s lies made her “friends” turning their back on her and isolate her.

-She try as much as she can but sometimes the presure was nearly unbearable but thankfully she still got her parents, her true friends like Luka and Kagami and [Viva la Vida] by her side.

-Times to times because of the pressure Marinette cry at night and her make the best she can to comfort her by hugging her until she calm down and fall asleep.

-Marinette’s parents noticed how low their daughter’s mood was and it worried them, they tried more than one time to convince Marinette to transfer to another school but everytime she responded “It’s fine, I’m fine and it’s not their fault! They’re my friends and they will realize one day that Lila is lying!”.

-Tom and Sabine decided it would be for the best if Marinette spend some times outside of Paris so they contacted Gina and after they explained the situation to her, she propose them that Marinette came spending summer break with her in the USA.

-They talked to Marinette about this who wasn’t sure about this idea, Paris need Ladybug what will she do if a akuma attack the city while she’s in the USA?

-Tikki convinced her to go to the USA with Gina, it would be good for her and now she was the guardian and had access to all the miraculous so if she need to go back to Paris if there’s an akuma attack she can use Kaalki.

-After thinking about it Marinette decided to accept her Nonna’s proposition and go to see her for summer break in the USA.

-The first week was rather relaxing with Marinette traveling around the States with her Nonna, until Gina got a mysterious call.

-The call was someone from “her job” who was asking her urgently to come quickly ‘cause there’s an emergency.

-After her call Gina planned at first to leave Marinette at a hotel while she go to her work place to take care of this “emergency”.

-But right before she can find an hotel both grandmother and grand-daughter are attacked by a mysterious stand ennemy which forced Marinette to fight them with [Viva la Vida].

-Despite not being a stand user Gina guessed Marinette was one by the way she was fighting and it was quite a surprise for her.

-Since she doesn’t visit her son’s family often, Gina wasn’t aware that Marinette became a stand user.

-After the stand ennemy was take care of, Gina realise it will not be safe to leave Marinette on her own while she’s at her job so she got no other choice but to bring her along.

-Marinette was shocked to learn that her Nonna’s job was as scientist at the well know Speedwagon Foundation and that Gina’s job is studying and keep an eye on assleep ancient beings know as the Pillar Men.

-Turn out that when she was younger, Gina was a young Hamon user who was under the teaching of Lisa-Lisa and had fought alongside Joseph and Caesar against the Pillar Men in 1938.

-She even saved Caesar’s life during his fight against Wamuu before the latter could kill him.

-Unlike the “Battle tendency” canon the Pillar Men aren’t dead, they have instead been turned into stones and the SPWF is holding them to keep an eye on them and study them and Gina, with Caesar, is at the head of the scientists team who are study them.

-After the Pillar Men’s defeat Gina and Ceasar keep training their Hamon and by so still look young, except in Gina’s case she was training less so while she still look younger she’s not physically looking like she’s 20 unlike Caesar.

-So the emergency the Foundation call Gina for was a group of stand ennemies who infiltrated the Foundation to steal secrets documents, documents from Gina’s departement included.

-Gina and Caesar go take care of the thieves and Gina told Marinette to stay in the lobby in safety.

-Hamon users can fight stand users by using hamon to detect the energy of their stands.

-The two Hamon users were able to stop the thieves but unfortunatly during the battle a stand ennemy with a electic type stand provoked a power failure in the whole building cutting also the power of the UV lights which were weakening the Pillar Men and keep them as stones.

-And because of this the Pillar Men get back their strenght and are once again awaken.

-As soon as the alarm of the Pillar Men’s room ringed, Gina and Caesar quickly go their only to find with horror that the Pillar Men are awaken.

-The Pillar Men recognised them and Kars even throw at them snarky remarks and ask them where Joseph is.

-The two Hamon users refused to ansver him and are preparing to fight them.

-Meanwhile Marinette had a bad feeling, she feel her Nonna is in big danger and that she must go help her.

-Discretly she slipped away to transform into Ladybug and go search for Gina and Caesar.

-She found them fighting the Pillar Men, both Hamon users injured.

-Ladybug saved them with her yo-yo before they end up seriously hurt or worse.

-When seeing the yo-yo and Ladybug, the Pillar Men were shocked and Kars even murthered like “A ladybug holder?”.

-The two group stared at each other with Ladybug staring at them in defiance and staying on her guards.

-Kars came back to his snarky and arogant self and being like “Well what a surprise! It’s been a very long time since we saw a miraculous holder or anything related to the miraculous! If I remember well last time was when we saw Atlantis being sunk by the kwami of destruction isn’t that right Wamuu?” , “Yes! master Kars!”.

-Ladybug don’t had the time to ract that Kars is suddenly face to her, looking at her closely and making comment about how young she look for a miraculous holder.

-This make [Viva la Vida](in Ladybug’s form) react stepping between her user and Kars and emaning an intimidating energy.

-Feeling the atmosphere becoming very tense Gina intervened by sayin if they still want the stone of Java they waste they time as the stone was destroyed and no other ones existed so why wasted their time for a quest which will lead them to nothing?

-The two argued with Gina trying to make Kars accept to had negiciations for a time until Kars is like, pretending to thinking, “You know what? We will play your game Hamon warriors but on one condition! I demand a fight against her!” while pointing at Marinette.

-Kars met a Ladybug holder in the past and want to see what the current one can do.

-Despite Gina’s and Caesar’s protests, Ladybug accept the challenge.

-Wamuu asked kars to let him fight Ladybug wchich Kars accepted.

-Both Ladybug and Wamuu get ready to fight while the others were observing from a safe distance, Gina also used a talkie-walkie to warm the SPWF to not intervened.

-Joseph arrived at this moment the foundation having contacted him about the Pillar Men but the employees told him everyone was ordered to stay away from the Pillar Men area and so all they can do is watch through the security cameras.

-The fight between Ladybug and Wamuu was hard and intense, Ladybug had a lot of difficulties even with [Viva la Vida]’s powers being incrased in her Ladybug form and as Wamuu was about to seriously hurt her Kars stopped the fight.(I’m sorry I suck at fight scenes! T_T)

-Kars seemed satisfied with what he saw in this fight, that despiste her obvious lack of fighting experiences her resistance to Wamuu’s attack for such a long time was impressive.

-At the same time Joseph and SPWF security guards arrived ready to fight only to be welcome by the sight of the Pillar Men not showing any hostility and Kars smirking is even like “Well look who’s finally here! Long time no see Jojo!”.

-Joseph angerly tell them that whatever they planned it will not work ony to had Kars laughing at him and is like “Oh Jojo you can’t be anymore wrong about the situation! You see your “friends” and we had a little “talk” before you came and they made some good points about doing a rampage on those pathetic humans would be for nothing since the stone don’t exist anymore so we decided to accept to negociate and play by your rules... For now!”.

-After explanations from both Caesar and Gina about what the heck is going on and more talks, the Pillar Men are bring back to new holding rooms with new UV lamps of course.

-Ladybug profit from everyone being distracted to slip away and transform back into Marinette.

-After everything is back in order Gina introduced Marinette to Joseph who was shocked to learn that Gina’s grand-daughter is a stand user.

-During the rest of her’s and her Nonna’s stay at the Foundation, Marinette learned more things about stands and how to to control them.

-She came accross the Pillar Man times to times but was always making sure to quickly go feeling Kars’s stare on her.

-After that misadventure Gina and Marinette get back to their trip and for a good the trip was calm, until they get to Florida.

-At first things were normal until they hear about a high rate of children kidnapping which keep going up for a time.

-This made Gina worried for Marinette so she decided to not let Marinette out of her sight while they stay in Florida.

-As for Marinette thinking about those poor kidnapped children made her blood boiling, her inner hero screaming at her to go save them and bring the kidnappers to justice.

-Marinette waited that her Nonna fall asleep the next night to sneak away from their hotel room, transform into Ladybug and begening her search.

-After a long search, spying and a little miracle from [Viva la Vida]’s powers, Ladybug finally found the kidnappers’s base in a warehouse at Port St. Lucie.

-When she infiltrated the base, learn more about the kidnappers and their goal.

-The kidnappers are part of a human triffacking network and they kidnap people, mainly children, who had a stand as stand users had a very big value in human trafficking market.

-Ladybug is absolutely horrified by what she found out and became more determinated to save the children.

-She found where they were holded but she end up being busted by some of the kidnappers who happen to be stand users.

-After a long and hard fight Ladybug managed to beat them thank to her Ladybug abilities and her stand.

-The police was alerted and when they arrived at the warehouse they found the kidnapped children unharmed and the kidnapper inconcious and tied up.

-Ladybug left the warehouse without being noticed by the police and go back the hotel.

-The next day news about the kidnapped children having been found were spreading across all the state.

-Gina noticed that Marinette had bad bruises and the news about the kidnapped children having miraculously been found made her suspicious.

-Gina interogate Marinette about her bruises Marinette simply said she had a bad fall “You know how clumsy I can be Nonna!”.

-Gina didn’t buy it but acted like “Of course I know Marinetta but please be more carefull I know you want to help and do good but it’s not a reason to not look after your health!”.

-To Marinette the message was clear: her Nonna knew she had something to do with the kidnapped children being found and while she was proud of her she don’t want her to put herself recklessly in danger like that again.

-Gina after that bring Marinette to the nearest hospital to make sure she had no severe injuries despite her grand-daughter’s protests.

-At the hospital Marinette is treated but the doctors and nurses were agitated because three children of the kidnapped children were brough to them but those three kid’s case was special.

-Those kids, Donatello(14), Rikiel(13) and Ungalo(13) weren’t kidnapped like the other kids, their own parents sold them to the kidnappers and the obvious abuse those kids had been victim made them wary and completely untrustfull of everyone.

-And the situation is even more complicated with Rikiel who seem not well at all but the two other boys don’t let the hospital staff even come near them.

-Marinette and Gina feel extremely sad for those boys so they decided to try to convince the boys to let the doctors heal them.

-When they meet the boys in their room Marinette noticed Rikiel was indeed not well at all and his stand was the reason for that.

-Marinette thought that if the boy’s health problems are due to his stand than maybe [Viva la Vida] can do something about it?

-When she approached them the boys were were at first very wary of her and were threatening her but after a few talks Marinette managed to convince them to let her trying to heal Rikiel.

-With [Viva la Vida]’s miracle powers, Marinette appeased Rikiel’s stand and stop it from hurting Rikiel any further much to the three boys’s shock.

-After a few more talk Marinette convinced them to let the doctor check them up althrough the boys are still mistrustfull.

-During the boys check up, the doctors made DNA test in hope to find relatives of the boys, instead, the found out that the boys are brothers from the same father.

-One of the doctors who also cheked up Marinette earler noticed the boys had the same birthmark than Marinette so to be certain he made another DNA test of her with Donatello, Rikiel and Ungalo and it was revealed that Marinette was also the boys’s sister much to the kids’s and Gina’s shock.

-Until a solution is found for the boys they are staying in the hospital and Gina and Marinette decided to stay in Florida for the rest of their stay in the USA.

-During the rest of her stay Marinette get to begin to bond with her newfound little brothers.

-Gina called Tom and Sabine to tell them the situation, the Dupain-Cheng couple were shocked to learn that Marinette had apparently three brothers from her bio father and were horrified when Gina told them about the boys’s situation.

-After thinking about it Tom and Sabine decided to adopt the boys, no children, especially not those who are “family” one way or another, will suffer on their watch.

-After a long administrative procedure, talk with the boys who end up accepted the Dupain-Cheng couple despite being still incertain and thank to Gina’s connections with some administrators of the USA goverment, Donatello, RIkiel and Ungalo are offialy adopted by the Dupain-Cheng.

-Tom and Sabine come to the USA to spend the rest of Gina’s and Marinette’s stay in the country with them to bond with their new adopted sons, finish some administrative documents and make some arrangements for the boys therapies.

-After everything was settled up, the Dupain-Cheng family with their new family members all get back to Paris.

-Ever since it was found out that Marinette was the boys’s sister and they all had a birthmark which was familiar to her, Gina had suspicions about the kids’s bio father identity and decided to investigate on it as soon as she can.

-As for Marinette all this bizarre adventure which give her new knowledge about stands and new litlle brothers lift up her spirit, finding a new determination to face whatever life is going to throw at her.

-But Marinette don’t know that those bizarre adventures are only begin and that they will became even more strange.

Additional headcanons:

-In the past the Pillar Men met the former Ladybug Aztec hero Micazoyolin, the latter fought them to free his people from them as he saw the Pillar Men as bad people who pretended to be gods to enslave his people.

-He fought them by challenging Kars in a battle, with the premise that if Kars loose the Pillar Men will leave the aztecs’s lands and never come back but if Micazoyolin loose he will recognize them as gods.

-The fight was hard and violent but in the end it was Micazoyolin who win and the Pillar Men left as the deal stated.

-Wamuu and Santana were only young children when this happened, seeing Micazoyolin ‘s honorable warrior ways during his fight against Kars marked Wamuu and inspired him to become an honorable warrior too.

-The second time the Pillar Men had “contact” with the miraculous was when Plagg sunk Atlantis.

-It’s during those times that Kars learnt about the miraculous wish but after learning that a hard price must be paid for the wish he decided to not take reckless risks and stick to the “stone of Aja” plan.

-After the Pillar Men situation was took care of at SPWF Tikki talked to Marinette about them, warning her about how dangerous they are and told her about how one of her former holders, Micazoyolin, fought against them in the past.

-Gina didn’t had suspicions about Marinette’s bio dad’s identity earler ‘cause her departement in the SPWF was more focused on the Pillar Men so althrough she know about Dio(Jonathan), she don’t know all the details.

-As for the Joestar birthmark since Gina don’t see Marinette often she only saw it a few time so she tend to forget about it.

-Donatello, Rikiel and Ungalo bonding with their new family and with Marinette show to each other their stand and what they can do.

-[Viva la Vida] bonding with Donatello’s, Rikiel’s and Ungalo’s stands, giving them hugs and also hugging Donatello, Rikiel and Ungalo.

-In this AU unlike in the Jojo canon Joseph still do Hamon training, just less then what he used to in part 2, and by so he still look like he was in “Star Crusaders”.

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